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i watched as she conversed with ease, laughed with no inhibitions, had snappy comebacks ready for someone else's witty remarks.
yet, as she walked away, i couldn't help but take in the drooping of her shoulders, the vanishing of her smile, the loss of radiance that had seemed so real just moments before. i watched as she put a hand to her eye, wiping away a tear. there she was, wilted, when only moments before, she bloomed. she transformed before my very eyes, unaware that i was watching her every move as she stripped her facade and reverted to being true to how she felt. she walks along the way, ignorant of the curious looks of passers by.
i know she'd curl up in her bed the moment she enters her room and locks the door. she'd lie down, hugging her knees to her chest, and start talking to the stuffed toys surrounding her, as if they could help her make sense of everything that was happening in her life. she'd cry quietly, and then force herself to seek refuge in sleep.
that was how she was. in broad daylight, in the company of others, she was every bit the strong woman she wanted herself to be. at night, with all her strength drained, and with nobody to put on pretenses for, she was the epitome of a child lost in a world she can't quite grasp. and every morning, as she wakes up, she faces the dawn of the new day with a renewed hope that maybe, today, her reality would be better than her dreams...