And all of us are prisoners of our own kind: prisoners of career, and aren't able to pursue their passion just to prioritize living; prisoners of other's expectations to them, and the pressure is slowly wearing them down; prisoners of the past, and an escape is still nowhere to be found; prisoners of sadness and lonesomeness; prisoners of many things and such. I hope all of us, someday, can be free from these cages—whether it is made by others, or only created by our own minds.
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I hope someday, we are free as you have said Take care