The Mirror Moment
One morning, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Who was I, really? What's my purpose here? Why am I here? I don’t have an answer, and maybe I don’t need one.
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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