Discret désir de traverser un monde qui observe sans être vu

Still, sometimes I just want to fade, Move through the world without a name. Lay low somewhere at my own pace, Far from expectation’s gaze. Lose everyone before they leave. Step outside what people need. Place myself in no-man’s land, Beyond the reach of judging hands. And if one wish belonged to me, Not power, fame, or purity.. I think I’d ask for something small: To not feel lonely through it all. Because perhaps this messy shape, This restless mind I cannot tame, Hurts less accepted than denied, Hurts less when not forced into line.

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