She just decided to drift away one day. After being wounded and scarred, her little fragile soul could not take the weight of those people who lived in a box. You see, the box scared her, confused her. Those in it put on happy faces filled with superficial lies built on houses of sand, and the little girl knew it. She saw right through and it terrified her. If they weren’t real, who was real? She knew there was truth, but how could someone as small as her find it? She couldn’t traverse the rocky path to find truth alone, and she could find no one who would step into reality and walk with her. And so she drifted away, silently and inconspicuously, her mind numbed and her life becoming just like those around her. Her soul slowly slid back into the box, like sand in an hourglass. She woke up one day, twenty years later and went on with her life, never even knowing her mind was a cage, trapped by the expectations of an age gone wrong.
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