PEOPLE

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I was scared. It was a kind of feeling , a kind of fear that has always resided within me. Whenever I came across them, their eyes would haunt me. The way these people look at me makes me feel uncomfortable.

Always.

The way they would look at me , say something , laugh at me....... But for what? What have I done? I don't remember doing anything bad to them. So why do they behave with me in a way that makes me feel unwanted? I couldn't understand the cause of their hatred towards me.

The hatred slowly started haunting me. By now I was totally scared and I knew I had enough of it. I could no longer bear it . I felt I was not controlling the fear , instead the fear was controlling me. I usually remained in the corner . I was crying with my head resting on my knees which were drawn close to my chest . The room was dark. I could hear the voices of people. They were talking and laughing. The room was brightened by light, except in the corner I occupied.

I knew I had to put all my energy to come out of the fear which I knew would, soon, take my life. Earlier, it caused me pain in doing so but it also takes a lot of pain for a bud to blossom into a beautiful flower.

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