Most people fill every moment with sound and activity. I savor the quiet moments, the ones where I can just be alone with my thoughts, unnoticed by the world.
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.
I get a call one night. It’s from an unknown number. I hesitate before answering, my finger hovering over the screen. It’s strange to hear someone reach out when you’ve become so used to silence. But it’s not for me. It’s for someone else.
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