Escape

She was tired of being disciplined, of being told to behave, of being docile. She longed for a vent. One that wouldn’t reprimand or tell her to shut up or lower her voice. One that would simply let her be. One that would let her celebrate her mistakes and imperfections. She longed for an escape.

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