Sometimes I don't know who I am, whether I'm the girl everyone knows or the girl I fear, the one that hides beneath the surface.
"How's the other girl like the one breath the surface?"
"I don't know she doesn't show much since I hid her"
"When she does how is she"
"She's terrified and thinks if she shows up now she'll only let everyone around her down, she —
I pause trying to remember what's this hidden girl like,
"She isn't clever nor strong, she is a human filled with flaws"
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A short story
Short StoryFleeting moments captured into short stories, isn't that what everyone is? A short story.
