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Superstition
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09-22-2012, 11:39 PM
((Good story, good pic!))
Jasmine took another puff. Who were they to care what she did? She was just different, always had been. All her life, she had been told she was wrong or bad. Who were they to look down on her? With all of their own sins for which they made excuses, lied, and denied to this condemning world. So what if she chopped her hair off or wore a choker? It wasn’t anything like what they did in secret.
Here was where she could be herself, immerse herself in her own world of imagination. This tree and Charlie were her only true companions in the real world, allowing her to pour out all of her thoughts and emotions. Never condemning her, telling her to be more like someone else.
They probably wouldn’t even care is she never went back. She certainly wouldn’t. Surely there were others out there like her who were different from those around them. Maybe she could go out and find them. Then she wouldn’t be alone.
She sighed. It was an idea but not reality. If she wasn’t there, who would they use to elevate themselves? Without her, they would realize how terrible their pitiful lives really were and then would be miserable for all of eternity. No, they wouldn’t let her go so easily. They would chase her to the ends of the earth until they brought her back under their submission.
The sun was setting. Jasmine cast one last longing look at the horizon, wishing she could be free…
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