I don’t want to waste my night as I wasted my youth—watching time slip through my fingers like sand, vanishing before I can grasp its weight.
I don’t want to be seen, yet I long to be noticed. To exist in the periphery, yet leave an imprint. To stand in the shadows, yet have someone search for me in the dark.
Perhaps we are all caught between wanting to disappear and hoping someone will find us.
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