There's a girl sitting on a chair. She is wearing blue pajama pants and a black tee covered with a greyish white pullover. Its 11:17pm. She currently lives in a girls hostel, nearly 450 KMS away from her hometown.
she has finally found courage to share her story. She is confused as she can't find words to start with. She types 4 words and deletes 5.
Why?.. She asks herself. Why can't I tell my own story? Why am I referring myself as a third person? SHUT UP!
I try to cut my thoughts out but I can't.
But you need to let it go...I tell myself.
It's funny how you can be mature and silly at the same time.. But this time..I won't...I will stay determined..I will open up.. For myself... For that little girl who once was an ambitious DREAMER.
So, this is the REAL ME... and this.. is MY TRUTH.
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UNFILTERED.
