One confession.
I want to tell my secret to someone so bad, I dream about it, constantly, but I don't quite know who to tell it to. I want to be the first to tell them, I have never had that, everyone has always told for me. I want to be strong like her. I envy her, but I am also glad she isn't in my shoes. So I sit her, waiting, patiently for my time to shine. To tell someone that doesn't know me. I can't wait for the day, the day, I become strong, for once.
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