"I looked up at the sky just to see what it felt like. I pretended like I was pausing before telling him about the secret feeling of joy I hide in my chest, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to notice that I rise each morning, seemingly with nothing to live for, but I do rise."
"I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, it's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, or be told."
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