Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being. She gets shoved around and stepped on, and when she gets mixed among the crowd I don't think she's visible to other people.
That's why that woman hides in her room. Her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to a bird with a broken wing. And in that room, she can breathe freely. She's never dreamed of the world outside, or missed the world out there. At least until now.
At least until now ...
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