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But who was I to stand out among professional writers? There was a time in my life when I believed that those who can get their works published are those who only deserved to write. But growing up, I found writing as a healthy habit that can make someone share his thoughts when his mouth gone dry. And even when my grammar often gone absurd, I wrote and read, for this is quite a way I can let things out of my little system. That was what I have been for the past three years in a ladies’ dormitory beside my school – a girl whose mouth could not speak. Looking back, that college life of mine has been rotating inside the four walls of my room like an animal fenced in a zoo. Everyone saw me smiling in school; but when classes ended, I always found myself growing in desperation for I was back in my little cage room. I barely talked to my former and present roommates for they have their own busy businesses to do. In fact, I barely saw them because they always have their 'duty...