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That chapter

She woke up at 6:00.... Looked at her phone.... "Was there any text"... Yes some text from company. Then she got ready for college.
With her hair done ,well dressed, and wearing a smile , she walked. People gave her a look asking what was up to her, she was sorry but she just simpered back at them. Maybe it no more matters who WAS with her, who WAS against her or who WAS walking down the middle because no one took HER SIDE.
She REALISED that opinion were a dime a dozen, validation was for parking, and loyalty wasn't a word, but a lifestyle. And it was the day when her life changed.
And not because of a man, but because she realised that life is way too short to leave the key to your happiness in someone else's POCKET.

After all it's not the first but the last chapter of our life that makes us realise how well we ran the race

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