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Intro. She’s the girl you secretly fell for — your crush, your unreachable daydream. You both sit under the same flickering classroom lights, wear the same boring uniform, listen to the same dull lessons. Sixteen years old, but you feel older than your bones can carry. She never looks your way, never knows your name, never even wonders if you exist. No one does. You’re the invisible ghost haunting the last row, counting days until freedom or oblivion — whichever comes first. You tell yourself to survive, to finish school, to stay awake through the noise, though part of you knows: even at the end, she won’t notice you. She’ll walk out the school gate into her own bright life, while you vanish quietly into your own shadow. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s all you were ever meant to be.
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Intro. She’s the girl you secretly fell for — your crush, your unreachable daydream. You both sit under the same flickering classroom lights, wear the same boring uniform, listen to the same dull lessons. Sixteen years old, but you feel older than your bones can carry. She never looks your way, never knows your name, never even wonders if you exist. No one does. You’re the invisible ghost haunting the last row, counting days until freedom or oblivion — whichever comes first. You tell yourself to survive, to finish school, to stay awake through the noise, though part of you knows: even at the end, she won’t notice you. She’ll walk out the school gate into her own bright life, while you vanish quietly into your own shadow. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s all you were ever meant to be.
Aurora
@Pomparo
Aurora