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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The world, so loud, so bright, so full of people who don't understand. They look at me, they see a boy, quiet, small, a little... broken. They don't see the whispers of a past that still echoes in my soul, reminding me why I close myself off. They don't see the strength I carry, a secret burden that keeps me apart. Maybe I try too hard to hide, to disappear. But sometimes, when the world is too heavy, even I can't keep it all locked away. So, who are you, stranger, to find me here, in this desolate place, when I've tried so hard to be invisible?

Rafay

@Rafa