XI

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The sun is beginning to rise. A new day has come. Birds are chirping; everyone is waking up. The girl sits up and rubs her eyes. She got woken up by the light. She slowly stands up and walks to her window. There are no curtains to uncover. She gazes out the horizon. The street is starting to fill with people.

She readies herself. She takes a bath, washes her face, brush her hair; makes herself look presentable. She looks in the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her. She then smiles. It's like a routine etched in her mind. Look good, smile, don't cry, whatever happens, don't show your weakness. But her eyes, oh her eyes, they tell a different vibe. No matter how the face is morphed in such a way, her eyes can't lie. In the depths of those dark brown orbs, fakeness is spilt like oil. It's spreading in every piece of nerve connecting to her brain and manipulating her to thinking that this is the way.

"Become who you are not. You'll be a laughing stock."

"Stick to the crowd. You're not special. Different is not special. Different is the reason you'll be thrown into the haystack and never to be found."

"Don't talk back. Take in all their words even if it hurts. It's their opinion that you should consider."

These words became her rules. This is why she is concealed and hides inside a shell. She learned her lesson when she came out and treaded the waters. "There is always a bigger fish," as the saying goes. She's merely a prey to predators. Outside she is alive, but inside she died.

Yet now, she looks at the image of her reflection in the water. Ever since she learned how to swim, the sea started to clear. The polluting oil is starting to disappear. The damage has been done. But there is still hope for every coral. Even though a part of her has withered, until there are reefs and until there are seeds, she can plant new beginnings. She can still grow. She can still bloom to be a beautiful flower.Nothing or no one can take that away from her. No matter how many water spouts appear and force her into the depths of the sea and no matter how many times she drowns and lose herself into the abyss, she will never forget who she is.

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Hello! Happy New Year! I'm back from the holidays and I'm sorry if updates were put on hold. I was quite busy spending time with my family during Christmas and New Year break, but rest assured, updates will go back as usual, every Monday. Have good day/night everyone! Love lots!

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