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Beneath the whispering trees, moonlight painted silver patterns on the forest floor. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers, while fireflies wove their delicate dance through the misty evening air.

The way satin feels when I walk, each step a whispered secret against my skin. I'm 18, and like my friend Emma, I've learned that confidence isn't just about what others see. It's about knowing who you are beneath the surface.

Then Lisa went to the dark forest, and it was very quiet there. She saw a little light between trees, but when she walked there, it disappeared. She felt lonely and wanted to go home.

You smiled and talked to me Of nothing And I feel that for this. I had been Waiting long.

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Morning, uncertain. Children, waiting, distant. Home empty, silence. Perhaps tomorrow, family gathering. Time passes, memories, fading. Steps, echoing, alone. Kitchen, cold, waiting.

You know, it's funny but like, sometimes when I'm having a really hard day, I'll find these little white feathers everywhere I go, and. I know it sounds weird but, my grandmother always said white feathers were signs from angels, and like, I just feel it's them checking on me.

I've been practicing piano lately, it's another beautiful instrument I'm drawn to. Music has always been my passion, and even though learning multiple instruments is challenging, there's something magical about creating melodies that touch people's hearts.