I put up my brave face just like every other day. The bag was lighter compared to the insecurities in my heart. I was a lost soul right from a very early age. I was surrounded by an air of uncertainty and scepticism. Maybe I carried it along with me from a previous life. I found joy in small things, and then the sorrow crept into me. I was in a constant battle of finding the sadness at bay. I bubbled with life and energy on the outside while the inside boiled with darkness and depth. I was not a pessimistic person, just a lonely one. I was a puzzle I could not decipher. I kept my surrounding happy in the hope that it will engulf me. But it seemed to evade me somehow. I was scared to discuss it in fear of being termed as a sad soul. As the years progressed, I learned to keep it at bay. The war is not an easy one, and my experiences did not show me mercy. Still, I braved it out and emerged as a stronger person. I accepted myself and embraced the child in me and groomed her into a better...
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