I am...
I'm the girl you waved at. The distance you are yet to cover.
I'm the puzzle you concluded you couldn't put together even when you never dared to look closely.
I'm the book on the shelf, you never got around opening.
I'm the light you put a cloak on, with the accusation of shining too bright.
I'm the child whose whimper you ignore.
The voice who kept calling but fell on deaf ears.
The one you think is too true to be true.
I'm the one you need, not the one you want; the one you waved at.
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