Society want us to conform, be manipulated and accept the fists it throws every day. It broke our trust in each other and the very country in which we bloomed. It tore our dreams away, pretending that settling for less was the safest recipe for success. It mocked us when knowledge was more valuable than spending money on futile things. It slapped both our cheeks as we grew up and realized the child in us perished. It killed us. And now our hearts are graves of misery and despair.
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Peninta
Short StoryPeninta = greek translation for 'fifty'. Re-designing the concept of 'excerpts from a book I will never write'. Focused more on society's malevolence. Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus