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Out of the Box

I am stuck here. Alone. Isolated from the raucous world.
Silently staring through the cracks and aberration of the wall.
Imagining things out of those irregularities.  I am wondering why the hell
I am trapped inside this box. In the first place, I don't want to be here.
I wanted to be free. Emancipate from this nothingness. But this
boundless world is highly capricious, very fickle. No one knows
what will happen. At some point, you will feel that you had reached the pinnacle
of your damned life and the next thing you'll know,
you're back again from where it all started…
being damned.

I incessantly believe that all of these will end. Whether
it will just be one of those ordinary endings or maybe, a miraculously cool finale.
I am looking forward to the latter. Because I always wanted to be different. That's it.
The more I think about being unusual, the more I get excited. Look…
being unique in every way possible is grand. It is awesome!
But, guess what? I am here. Trapped in this dreary box like everyone else.
Floating in mid air. Imagining things that aren't there. Blank.

What should I do? Should I break the box?
Should I fill it with imaginations so that it will burst?
Ha. I can do that. Yes! That's right. I can fill it with imaginations
that are enough to rupture this box.

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