"Is it really supposed to be like this?" she asked herself one day, while sitting at the hallway and staring at the people who passed by. "Is it have to be always about them? Is it really about the acceptance of the world? Does it have to be about pretending? Why is being different wrong? Why does your every move felt like being watched by a thousand eyes? Why is failure like a plague that is avoided? Can we just be ourselves, not the people we pretend to be?"
She sighed and she continued on thinking a thousand questions with no answers.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoezjaThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
