"just go on to the stage and see" a voice assured her,
"but what if I fail, people will laugh at me " she feared,
" what If u rise? And what if you were meant to rise? " she had no reply for that, she fell silent then she heard " think of that stage as your playground it already is when no one is around so why make people spoil your play when they are not the part of game, the are just audience for your grace and your purpose is just to grace them with your presence" it is strange but it felt good, she walked a step ahead, patted the shoulder of herself in the mirror and went ahead.
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The Clouds That Passed By
PoetryThese are a set of random thoughts of a random girl in this random universe