What if they don’t see me as I wish to be seen?
What if this only confirms the loneliness I feel?
I watch through the glass, the debate inside growing more heated.
Each gesture, every nod, a reminder of the power dynamics at play.
The clock ticks, time slipping through my fingers.
This moment, this choice—it feels pivotal.
But the courage to act eludes me.
Maybe tomorrow will be different.
Maybe then, I’ll find the words to bridge the silence.
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