I remember those eras that I am still enjoying my low branded toys, I used to lay my eyes on the art of kindness in my childhood days. Based on how the fairy tales testified the world, I can smell a paradise and contentment since happiness was fed in my soul. Mimicking my idolized disney princesses can be counted as too much for a word itself blissfulness. Wearing their cherry-picked doll up that matches with my magic wands makes me feel loved and polished.
As time passed by, I had breadth to another concept where I'm starting to unlock my hidden abilities and understanding on what does the world really intend for me to deduce. I had my supportive and godsend family, a justified friends and a bitch society. I declined to excavate my flaws since everything is a refined imitation that narrated a crestfallen history Whereas at the end of the day, independence is a must.
—Words by Yennah WP
