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I know this one girl because of us being in the same scholarship cohort. Before I used to always notice her staring at me and even when I was stare at her back she continued staring until I looked away. With that I was 80% sure she was interested. I didn’t bother talking to her because I was interested in someone else at the time (well for a long time). Recently I thought about trying to talk to her or at least to get to know her more. I have her phone number but that’s only from the group chat for the cohort. I personally thought it’d be better to add her on Snapchat since it’d be more casual but I also feel weird that I would be adding her through search. I’m not really sure how to go about this since I don’t want to come off too strong since I’d love to be friends with her too. Also since I’ve know her I never really talked to her either. We have the same interests and all. I also could very much so be overthinking this too. What are your opinions on this? Never used this site but I would assume I can reply to people so if you have any questions just ask.

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh