مولد صوت AI audiocriativo2 من Fish Audio

Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees through these paper-thin walls I've built. Like autumn leaves in the wind, I dance and pretend I'm free. But beneath this delicate performance, there's a strength even I don't understand.

I tried calling for help on my phone, but my hands were shaking too much. People walked past me on the street, avoiding eye contact. The security guard just stood there, pretending not to see me. Finally, a woman noticed my tears and offered to help.

She traced her fingers along the torn pages of her favorite book, each damaged leaf bringing fresh waves of dismay. She traced her fingers along the torn pages, still mourning the destruction, and began the careful process of salvaging what remained.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

sitting here watching moths dance around the porch light, wondering if my reflection in the window looks as lost as I feel. my hair is growing back slower than my pride, and the cicadas seem to mock my loneliness with their endless summer symphony.

Tonight as I watch the stars twinkle, Buck, I can't help but wonder if you're seeing them too. Each one reminds me of the sparkle in your eyes when you smile. Even with miles between us, my heart feels so close to yours.

I've been trying to stay positive lately, but sometimes it just gets overwhelming. Yesterday I had this moment where everything felt too much, you know? But I'm still here, still breathing, still trying to figure it all out.

Sometimes I wonder about the way people smile at each other, passing by like shadows certainly, because there's something beautiful about it, even when it makes my heart feel strange and distant, you know what I mean?