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There was a boy who laughed without shame. A boy who turned tired rooms into warm ones, who danced because joy was all he knew. That boy was Ni-ki the old cheerful Ni-ki.
But growing up under the spotlight stole him too soon. The world demanded perfection, and piece by piece, his light was dimmed. The boy who once filled silence with laughter now hides behind practiced smiles. His joy, once effortless, feels like a memory blurred at the edges.
We grieve him, though he is still alive. We see him on stage, taller, sharper, stronger but we can’t stop searching for the boy we lost along the way. The one who used to glow so brightly we thought it would last forever.
The old cheerful Ni-ki didn’t die in one moment. He faded slowly, in every tired glance, in every smile that didn’t reach his eyes. And now, all we can do is remember. Remember how it felt to watch him beam, carefree and unbroken.
2025-08-27 15:55:14