no matter how strong i am,
or appear to be,
i'm still a girl.
a girl who still cries herself to sleep whenever she closes her eyes and remembers the scene at the window.
a girl who risks her health to work and/or wander around aimlessly rather then to stay at home to face all those shit.
a girl who is ill and still suffering from food poisoning.
a girl who faces academic stress still, unfortunately.
a girl who paints pictures of the future; of waking up to a certain man.
a girl who yearns for his attention, has her tantrums and throws them,
and expects to be humoured.
a girl who simply got tired, not for the first time.
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