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If Only

Stamped: 9:31 AM

This reminds me of a time, in school - much too long ago. All I could do was to watch from behind, a safe distance away. I'd ride on my orange bicycle for hours, just to catch a glimpse of you.

Almost everyday, without fail.

You used to play table tennis. Your eyes were like giant almonds. You wore pink shorts and black sandals.

If only, I could make myself visible. If only, I could see myself.

If only, if only, if only..

But things have changed.

I feel stronger every day. There is no time for self doubt. This is my life, and it's ending second by second, right now.

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