She sat on the sofa and cried her eyes out. It was the third time in three days. Very much against the new year resolution she took, of being passive and cold. She was hurt. She was frustrated. She was lost. Lost in her own insanity. Her own self-importance. Anybody who came near her, she drove away. Anybody who tried to know her, she put up a facade. A crazy, cheerful, carefree girl. A lying, lonesome, languished girl.
First Cry
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Her application rejected by her dream university. A failure.
Second Cry
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She failed her exam. Not just an exam, mind you. A reflection of the future. A failure.
Third Cry
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She caused havoc and storm in her already tattered house at her already broken family. She made her mother cry. A failure.
Fourth Cry
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She couldn’t live a failure forever…
A fleeting memory.
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