¤¤ The voices of the children echoed through the hallways of the school.
In the midst of those unbearable voices, there used to be the participation of a confident little chirpy voice.
The big bright eyes,which shone as bright as the diamonds, looked up to the world.
With dreams as high as the peak, of the tallest mountain.
Hope was filled in the heart of the small kid.
During that age there was no concept of masking. That is the beauty of that age.
¤¤ The voices of chattering echoed through the hallways of the college. In the midst of those unbearable dull voices, a voice is missing .
The tired eyes,which show dullness and exhaustion, look down on the world.
With dreams all crushed there is hopelessness filled in the heart of the teenager. During this age there is a way to control your emotions so there is a concept of masking your real self. This is the frightening thing of this age.
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Towards The Light
Short Story**__She chose light this time. She was so sick of darkness. It was almost unbearable. After choosing darkness all her life she decided to let it go__**
