Caged
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I'm trapped within the confines of this body, a vessel of human flesh that feels ill-fitted to the essence of who I truly am. It's as if I am a prisoner, held captive by the limitations of my own thoughts. Every fibre of my being yearns to break free from this invisible cage that society has constructed around me, dictated by its beliefs and expectations. I feel suffocated, confined by the shackles of doubt, religion, and the complexities of life itself. Questions gnaw at my soul. What are my true preferences in life? What path do I genuinely desire to tread upon? Yet, I find myself ensnared within the intricate labyrinth of my own mind, unable to discern the answers. I've been moulded to believe in things that do not resonate with my deepest desires. I am forced to live a life that does not align with my innermost longings, compelled to make choices that do not reflect my authentic self. Like a bird trapped within a tiny cage, I yearn to spread my wings and soar to my full potential. The boundaries that enclose me, though invisible, weigh heavily upon my spirit, suppressing my innate need for self-discovery and personal fulfilment.
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