I used to dream about being special. But in the end, I’m just me. Click here to listen to what I can’t say out loud.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone truly sees me or if I’m just invisible. The world feels like scribbles drawn with no direction.

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Do you think the stars are watching us? I used to believe they were listening to my wishes. But maybe they’ve grown tired of me too.

I hope you don’t look too closely; you might not like what you see.


Everything feels so far away now. Happiness, dreams, even the warmth of someone’s hand.

But if you’ve made it this far, maybe you’re not so different from me.

Let’s keep walking. Together, in the scribbles.