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The Good Duck

So,

The duck was quite shy.
She was always good and high like sky.
She believed in her idol.
She wanted to be like him.
Her idol looked always calm.

Everyone told her, be mannered.
Be mannered be mannered be mannered.
Always happy no complaining.
With time, duck believed them.
Duck thought always being positive is good.

The duck started being busy.
The duck started feeling dizzy.
She was happy cuz everyone liked her.

That way,

What else she wanted?

Everyone praised her for always being quite.
For being a good girl.
Their praisings were her fuel.

But as time went by,

Everyone kept her image as a good girl.
Praisings suddenly stopped.
She didn't got her fuel, what would she do?
But everyone was still expecting a lot from her.

Things became hard, she started stressing out.
Being always busy, her emotions from long were bottled up, ouch-
And the time her fantasy of being a good girl broke,

She broke so badly that getting up again became hard.

Hope was not in her faith as she got harsh curses from once her loving parents.

The thing she never understood was, she didn't needed to be good girl for anyone but for her.

She needed her own fuel.

She needed her own self.

-The End-

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