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It would be unfair for my younger self to sit beside me and hear her frantically about the days to come, of what's ahead of her with those scintillating eyes out of excitement and to have a life in her own hands. So it pains me of how shameful it is to be beside her, to listen calmly with a phony smile when all I had at this time, are broken pieces of her.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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It would be unfair for my younger self to sit beside me and hear her frantically about the days to come, of what's ahead of her with those scintillating eyes out of excitement and to have a life in her own hands. So it pains me of how shameful it is to be beside her, to listen calmly with a phony smile when all I had at this time, are broken pieces of her.
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Mar 1, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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