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the sun's rays slip through the screen and past the window. they land on me, and i am warmed by their light.

i am the sky, a gentle blue surrounding life with the occasional clouds of white that resemble my breaths on a cold night.

they say i'm beautiful with my shining hair.

but you don't notice me, so neither will i.

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