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Shouting through the broken cage making my freedom. The world's eyes glancing on an apparition left by past life's making its call through strife leading on to a new.  I grab the hat by its faulty chains as the mystics fall through these poisoness veins of mine stinging with wonders of a dark world that has wrapped me like an unbarring blanket of sorrow and guilt. Bowing to the empty seats that lie in my sights. A vision of demented laughter's applauding to a helpless soul tied by grief of every loss in this world. A choice begun, a choice without. A choice to smile, a choice to cry. A choice to give, a choice to receive...no hope to a sad