A different day?

But how was it different? 

Around noon, I wanted to go out and couldn't control my urge to do so. So, I walked out of my house, out the main gate and on the road. I kept walking straight ahead as I didn't have a particular destination to reach. It was my first time. I hadn't done something like this in the seventeen years of my life. 

Where was I going? Why wasn't I afraid of dogs right then how I had been for my whole life?What exactly was I trying to do? Did I not have any will to live my life or it was that I wanted to live so badly that I took this step?

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