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Once upon a time, My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine. They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment. But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment. On the contrary, I simply wanted to watch it happen. Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it, Perfectly reflecting on my glass. I knew it was something only I can see. It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity. I simply wanted to watch over it, Just for a little longer. And I still linger. Curious, and the same question, "What is it thinking at the moment?" "Has it shattered?" Or rather, "Has it healed?" Over and over again. I didn't expect, An aching heart. Is it because that very aching heart, Belongs to me?
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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
A Feeling.
Once upon a time, My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine. They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment. But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment. On the contrary, I simply wanted to watch it happen. Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it, Perfectly reflecting on my glass. I knew it was something only I can see. It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity. I simply wanted to watch over it, Just for a little longer. And I still linger. Curious, and the same question, "What is it thinking at the moment?" "Has it shattered?" Or rather, "Has it healed?" Over and over again. I didn't expect, An aching heart. Is it because that very aching heart, Belongs to me?
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17/F/Canada
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
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