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Just like every other day, I'm sitting on my chair, looking out the window- The window that once gave me hope. I, too, will be celebrating like those- Those who prefer sharing more than experiencing. I want to stand in that same queue of validation- The validation I've been craving since childhood. A childhood that was ordinary, yet full of memories that still haunt me deep down. Me, again, writing this piece while looking outside at a dried tree branch waving in the cloudy, breezy weather. A breeze that continuously touches my feet from the air vent, bringing a feeling of numbness- The numbness I also feel in my mind when expectations, hopes, and desires shatter after prolonged struggles. Struggles that are not uncommon, yet they still remind me to place my trust in fate- A fate I once disapproved of, once denied its existence. Yet its force has twisted my beliefs. Beliefs that are deteriorating with each passing day I peek outside this window. The window, still an inanimate object-how can it hold such power to alter my understanding? The understanding I've formed through experiences, struggles, and exposure. And still, here I am, gazing long outside this window, as a single sunray tries to unshackle itself from the trap created by the clouds- A ray I am trying to find within myself, by clearing away the clouds in the form of depressive feelings. Feelings I've come to recognize, yet that very recognition keeps me grounded- And reminds me to stay hopeful, and not give up in the search for a ray of hope.
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