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We are all prisoners of our own kind:

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Prisoners of career, and we cannot prioritize life just to follow their hobby; caught up in the expectations of others, and the pressure is slowly easing; prisoners of the past, and there is still no escape; prisoners of grief and loneliness; prisoners of many things and such. I hope we can all escape these cages someday, whether they are made by others or made by our own minds.

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