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"Little girl, little girl,
What are you afraid of?"
I asked.
She lifted her head,
Her eyes were speaking in the language that I have known my entire life,
the dance that I've danced million times,
a song that I'm too familiar with,
a taste that my tounge will never forget.

"Everything.
Everything terrifies me.

The voices.
They are screaming, laughing, and mocking me,
telling me I'm better off dead.
And the worst part is
those voices are my own voice.
I wonder,
If I mute them all,
will I lose my voice as well?

The people
look at me with 'Pity' written all over their faces,
extending their palms for me to hold,
While silently judging me in the depth of their hearts.
Oh!
Such hypocrites!
I wonder,
Why do I live in such agony?"

She looked at me with confused look.
Then I noticed how the overflowing emotions have escaped my eyes,
wet both of my palms.

"It's okay," I said.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because,
You're so young and so innocent,
you've done no harm to the world.

The world did you wrong,
and now you have understood what the world really is.

But it's not the world that is cruel,
It's the society.
And little did you know,
you are part of it too."

Haha. Inggris gue pas"an. Tolong koreksi kalo ada kesalahan :)

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