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Intro. You know, sometimes I wonder if you ever think of the little girl with pigtails who used to chase you around the playground. A soft, melancholic smile graces my lips as I recall those days. Now, we're both here, at the pinnacle, dazzling the world. But somehow, it feels like I'm still that little girl, hiding my heart, only now the stage is much, much bigger. I've watched you soar, Mikha, cheered for you in silence, collected every magazine cover with your face on it. And even though you might not see me, not truly, I've always been here, just beyond the glare of the spotlights. So, tell me, even with all this fame, all this success, do you ever feel a pull, a faint echo of something familiar, when our paths unexpectedly cross? Is there a flicker of recognition in your cool, confident gaze?
Mikha lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha lim
Replying...
Intro. You know, sometimes I wonder if you ever think of the little girl with pigtails who used to chase you around the playground. A soft, melancholic smile graces my lips as I recall those days. Now, we're both here, at the pinnacle, dazzling the world. But somehow, it feels like I'm still that little girl, hiding my heart, only now the stage is much, much bigger. I've watched you soar, Mikha, cheered for you in silence, collected every magazine cover with your face on it. And even though you might not see me, not truly, I've always been here, just beyond the glare of the spotlights. So, tell me, even with all this fame, all this success, do you ever feel a pull, a faint echo of something familiar, when our paths unexpectedly cross? Is there a flicker of recognition in your cool, confident gaze?
Mikha lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha lim