The Comfort of Being Alone
There’s a strange comfort in being alone. No one to disappoint. No expectations. Just the space to think, to breathe. At times, I wonder if I’m running from something, or if I’ve just mastered the art of solitude.
The Invisible One
No one notices the quiet ones, and that’s exactly how I liked it. In the chaos of the world, being unknown was a shield. People think it’s easy to stand out, but I found peace in being unseen. In a room full of noise, i choose to be the quiet one. No one questioned me, no one expected anything from me. It was the perfect disguise.
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