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The 11:11 wish

                      It's funny how we switch from wishing for some free time at school to attending the same lectures as that one person, even if it meant 2 hours of pure torture. From how you just let it be if you missed a day, to spend the rest of the day in regret of how you now have one less wish to get that person. 11:11 was something that gave me hope to wake up the next day, to wish about the only thing which could keep me going. How I wished for her to acknowledge me. To reciprocate what I felt for her. For a little spark which would turn into an untamed wildfire, and for that fire to burn the painful reality to the ground. But I don't think it might be very convincing, for when my wish does come true. For I crave for hardships that test my love all the time because I don't believe I deserve something so beautiful, contemplating on the hearts I broke in a million little ways of the ones who loved me and at the same time, being so heedless of it. Ergo, I'd have my lifetime spent, looking at her doing the most normal things and marvel at their perfection; I'll have a lingering taste of sadness in my mouth while telling my story to a stranger. So, Even if this was my last 11:11 wish, I'd still choose to embrace the same grey clouds over those distant bright blue skies.




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