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Baghban

I feel lost in myself, the complexity of the the mind that I call mine.
I'm torn between choosing me for myself and choosing someone else for myself. I'm torn between feeling what I am feeling and feeling what I'm supposed to feel.
Wrong are those who say royalty can afford every luxury, for when I stand at the position of queen, decorum takes greater importance than the essence of me.
Like this tree, I want to grow, but how can I grow when I have to choose between my growth and the very hands that provide me water?
Maybe this is why kids always emphasize on being princesses, free to be who they are, free to choose love, for being queen gives me everything but freedom, and constantly pushes me to shut my emotions off to be the better person.

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