SILENT STRUGGLES

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ile tears. My brother stared at me with his usual poker face. At least he wasn't fake, but who knew what was behind that poker face that had managed to fool everyone? Wasn't a normal goodbye like my father's not enough? I mean, it's not like any of them ever bothered to talk to me all those days when they found me passed

ad felt safe in, with the many music posters on the pink walls and the universe ceiling that glowed every night to create the long-lost warmth I was missing. The full-length mirror with a pink frame that showed my reflection whenever I looked at it was just the perfect way to comfort me. I was just an empty shell on the run. Had they not said that we needed to take risks to achieve in life, so here I was ready to risk it at the cost of my mental

thing was screaming elegance, showcasing the undeniable beauty of nature. Not forgetting the vast forests and the snowcapped mountains. Can you blame me though? Nature was extravagant in it's perfection. This was my first time on a plane too. The slight turbulence didn't

ted but also a nervous wreck. As we took off to the company, I couldn't help but admire the city of Seoul. As the journey to the company continued, every turn we took the city revealed another facet of its character: complex, chaotic, yet undeniably beautiful. From my seat on the bus, I watched the stories of the city pass by, e

spot that only three of us were of a different nationality though I was the only one who was African. I also didn't know Korean besides the basics I had learned from

again, I lingered on the fringes as an observer caged by invisible walls hoping that someone would miraculously approach me. I felt the solitude seep in, but it was not a new feeling after all. After that, I retreated to my room as I waited for lunch with a novel as my sole companion. It had always been this way; wi