And amid the blues of keeping everyone happy, we all lost the essence of self love.
Atarah
I was once asked to run until I couldn't breathe. It was one of the most brutal punishments I had ever received. I couldn't stop until my body couldn't take it. I could barely breathe, I could barely even cry. My legs felt like they would break any moment. My head kept hurting, the pounding never stopped. I don't know how many miles I ran that day. How many times I begged but I only stopped when I passed out of exhaustion and dehydration.
I could barely stand up for a week after that. My new home was my bed, where one of the oldest doctor of our kingdom had treated me— also my teacher. It was only a week later, he was hung to death for helping me. He was the only one who treated me like a normal
