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I find myself in a cage. I wonder sometimes who I am, why I am, and why I find myself so often unable to cope with reality. What I am, who I am, how I am. I'm a fragmented, disjointed mass of thought and musing and cyclical wondering. My flesh is a cage, and a cage that I am unable to fully escape from. To leave my body behind in reckless abandon for a spirit world where I mean something seems at once inviting and irresponsible, and yet the anchors in human form that keep me here, and the anchors in nonphysical form seem to continually call me back. the world is worse with every passing life, and humanity grows increasingly stupid and ins