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"You seem introverted. ... You know, since you love reading books."

"You don't have a lot of friends?"

"What do you wanna be in the future?"

"If you're good at English... I think you could be a－"

"Love yourself."

"Nourish yourself."

"Be your authentic self!!!"




But－







I don't even know myself.

                                                   




Well, 

I have what I like. 

I have what I don't like. 

I have what I wanna do.

I have what I should do, supposed to do.



But who am I supposed to be?

I don't know what I wanna do in the future. 

Though I am already in the 3rd grade.

Though I am already in my early 20s.

Though I know what I'm good at.



What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to become?

I've been thinking...

Thinking...



Thinking...







Would it be selfish if I just think, 








I shall be a dandelion fluff.


Not knowing where I'll fly to.

Not knowing where I'll land.

Not knowing where I'll grow.



Bloom.



Bloom. 



Is there any place that I can bloom－.



However, whatever, wherever I've always wanted. 





I'm still searching for my " have always wanted".





And I guess, the only way for that is, 

is just to keep going.



"Keep going!"



my heart shout out.






In that way, 






maybe, I'm already blooming.

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