I wrote these pieces in my first year of high school, three years ago. Whenever I see them, I think of the fearless version of myself, running beneath the blazing sun.
All the things we once had, our trivial thoughts, absurd wishes, embarrassments too awkward to speak of, and dreams waiting to burst from our little hearts, are recorded on the pages of time.
Naive yet mature, shy yet passionate, insignificant yet great, I've neatly laid out these little monologues of mine before you.
Whether you read them or not, they are there, quietly existing…
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It feels very warm, come on↖(^ω^)↗