Random Write-Ups

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Sighing, I rest my chin on my hands.

I see people walloping around, relishing on the warm breeze.

I can hear laughter, their footsteps breaking the silent melancholy in the air.

Smiles are radiating something,

Something that I always aim to possess, to see, to have.

Fun and childhood is brightly and proudly making them shine.

Why can't I have those things?

Why are they so far-fetched for someone like me?

Is it because I'm confined in this small space?

A space where all thoughts of fun and freedom are eliminated.

I was snapped out of my reverie by a phrase that I often here,

"You over there! Pay attention to class!"

With all lingering thoughts completely disappearing I turned my body away from the window, ready to be dragged once more into the world where my wings are cut off.

"Yes ma'am."