There they stand. Tall. Confident. Important. Eyes are drawn to them naturally because that's just where one's gaze would first fall. As for me, I seem to linger slightly behind. Slightly less tall, important. Always in perfect sync yet one step behind. My efforts go unnoticed as they are outweighed by the ones of another. Slowly I realize that this won't change and although I try so hard to break free from this eternal cage, I am stuck. Not strong enough. Not brave enough. Not worthy enough to escape from something as meaningless as this. So maybe this is where I stand, and maybe that's how it will stay. For now all I can do is push for a chance, motivated by hope and fear of never finding a path out of the shadow.
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Short Stories
SonstigesSo I love writing short stories or just excerpts based on one word or a small idea, and that's what this is gonna be made up of so I hope you enjoy :)
