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20. Waniya
Waniya
Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness only for I never have been in the light of love or peace or happiness.
Waniya was lying in her bed on her stomach, her diary was opened in front of her and she was reading what she had written three years ago with a smile on her lips and tears in her e
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