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It's been a long time since I rode a school bus, sitting and staring out the window as the world rushes past too quickly to understand. I often recall those mornings—cold, beaten, mentally drained, crying beneath my hood and glasses. In the afternoons, I was alone, scared, hot, hollow, and harassed. I would look out the window, thinking about those times and wishing it would end, longing for relief, wanting nothing.
But now, I am here. Many people avoid reflecting on such moments, but I don't. Not because I find it enjoyable, but because it’s a necessary storm I have to endure to gain clarity. That is the burden I bear to find peace.