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The terrace... I call it my favorite place.
Where no one lingers, just the sky and the moon share their whispers.
Where I can dance under midnight stars, unseen and free.
Where tears blend with the shadows, hidden from the world.
It feels like more than just a terrace..
In a house full of walls, sometimes, it's the only place that feels like home.

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