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| Touching a world that isn’t yours. Just close enough to feel, never close enough to live. |
It looks close enough to touch. A perfect, quiet life, warm sand, slow breeze, water so still it barely whispers. But it’s not mine. I’m on the other side of the glass, hand pressed against a version of the world I’ll never enter. A mirage of normal. A dream someone else is living. Sometimes I wonder if they can see me too, or if I’m just a shadow fading against the window.
Location: Home, Dubai
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