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CYCLE
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Ongoing, First published Mar 06, 2018
I have a friend, she barely go to school because she's always sick. One day, a teacher approached her. "You know what? you're sickly not because of your low stamina but because of your low self esteem" the environment around her, the anxiety and the depression made her sick. The problems and the what ifs that ripped off her mind. Curiositiesand insecurities. Harsh words and mockings. She's  tough yet fragile.

She's pretty and talented but she keeps on thinking that she isn't. That shes not worth it. Because no one told her or motivated her about what she has and what she can.

I took the chance and I told her to be her. To do the things that she wants. The things that she dreams off. And never look back to the people who dumped and crashed her. That she dont need to hold on to grudges but to make it a motivation for her. Only look and remember the people who believes in her. 

I told her that shes pretty and talented. That she will be everything she want if she believes. She can because she will.

And that's time when I realized that I was looking at the mirror, smiling faintly at my own blank eyes while wiping off the tears that were continue flowing.
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