all these versions of myself and i like not a single one. each one passing in thought, their faces blurry to me as if they were strangers.
the familiarity is absent. the comfort is non-existent.
soon, however, a face will appear among the masses of people. she will be crystal clear in my eyes. she will be unmistakably present. she will be everything i wish to be.
she will be me.
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a/n:
short but optimistic
