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Here I am, sitting in the shadows, trying to keep myself hidden. You cannot see me, but I do. I cannot hear you but I look at you while you speak. The warmth of your words crashing into the cold morning breeze and turning into a light white cloud that, dancing around your head, slowly vanishes into the air. Oh, if I could just breathe in that tiny little part of you, to be closer to you. But I am a coward, I don’t dare to say how I feel. So I stay here in the shadows, hoping you will notice, fearing you will notice.