Candice Sees Colors That Aren’t There in Others

               Candice was walking around one day, and she ended up in a deep situation. Things got hard. The people around her kept talking about things that were troublesome to her. It’s like they wouldn’t let go of preying on her.

               When someone is having a hard time fitting into their day, they can feel very alien. Their crown bent out of shape. It’s like they’re living in a new world, one that’s far from their own.

               When Candice popped out of her house that day, she felt like she looked a little bent out of shape. But it appeared to have caught on. Because people kept looking at her weird. Her colors were a little off that day. But the people around her looked like they were footloose and fancy free.

               Looking around and not being the center of attention is a little dreary for people. People like to think that they have attraction and interest with others. It might’ve been part of her psychology that was dragging her down.

               It’s like she was experiencing what she was feeling inside. The emotions of being broken kept shining out of her pocket. And she kept receiving what she was giving.

               On one street where she was walking past a bakery, she was expecting to see all kinds of smiling people. But the looks she received were very questioning. The fiendish glances kept stalking her. She couldn’t escape the feeling that something was wrong.

               Looking at her reflection in the windows, something indeed did look a little off. It was like something was signaling others to look in awe at a degrading aspect of her personality.

               Everyone struggles with feelings of not being good enough. That doesn’t make it fair to make it into the whole of someone’s experience. From personal experience, people know that when they’re feeling off about something, sometimes emotions have to take charge. Those emotions are meant to be escapes from the troubles of life on the brink of brokenness.

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