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Saturday, January 19, 2008 | 9:06 AM
She II || Back to top

Wait, was all she ever did.

Wait for the bus to arrive.
Wait for class to start.
Wait for mum to come back.
Wait for people to ask.
Wait for love.

One day, she snapped.

No more waiting.

But that meant giving up
all that she had now.

Her comfort zone.
She thought,
it was falling apart anyway.

This time, she let down her guards.

She didn't care anymore,
how people looked at her,
if it hurt ohers.

They did not have the right to judge.

Finally something let her out of her cage,

what was it...?

Oh. The familiar sunshine in the bag.

I'll stick my head in the bag when I need
sunshine? No.

Everyone relies on their bag
slowly suffocating themselves.

Didn't mama tell you not to play with bags?

She was feeling glad.

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