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It was a room crowded by people. They talked in groups with so much eager. But beneath the laughter and joyous sight was a girl who saw not the light. And there she was, standing in the corner, just pretending that she was happy to be around, when, really, she was screaming with no sound. Everyone was so happy, but all she wanted was to flee. None of those people cared of her! Why should she stay and drown in fear? None of them even noticed her there! Like she was just another gust of air. When there was yet another party, who got uninvited? None but she! When there was a share of cake, She was lucky she could have a take. Then  why? Why did she stick around? It hit her. Because for another year is she bound.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
Bound
It was a room crowded by people. They talked in groups with so much eager. But beneath the laughter and joyous sight was a girl who saw not the light. And there she was, standing in the corner, just pretending that she was happy to be around, when, really, she was screaming with no sound. Everyone was so happy, but all she wanted was to flee. None of those people cared of her! Why should she stay and drown in fear? None of them even noticed her there! Like she was just another gust of air. When there was yet another party, who got uninvited? None but she! When there was a share of cake, She was lucky she could have a take. Then  why? Why did she stick around? It hit her. Because for another year is she bound.
There is always that one student in a class who just looks like (s)he wants to hide behind a veil. In this case, you know who that person is.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
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