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was always just somebody to them. Never the one. Never enough.

They reached for me when they were lonely, when they needed comfort, when they wanted something easy. But they never held me. Never chose me. And still, I stayed. Because some part of me thought that if I gave enough, if I loved enough, they'd finally see me the way I saw them.
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Za7ra Sulaiman
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