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the grippa :

applauding to the spotlight that he was meant to stand in

່ :

suddenly he realizes the world is full of competition and theres always someone better someone more gifted someone who truely wants it more than him

horba :

is it envy if you just dare to dream?

ancient.2 :

there i stood. should i be happy for him? Should i envy his talent? I look around me and see nothing but competition. Though it is true i clap for him, i remain steady on my goal. My goal to exceed my limits.

Ádam :

yall think ts a joke

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“He clapped for him, though envy burned inside his chest, for wanting what was his, yet praising him who wore it best.”

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Icarus laughed as he fell. For falling, meant he had soared.

ybg nick :

Luke :

He dances with all his might pushing farther then he has had in his life. Bringing about all his might knowing that no matter how hard he tries there will be someone more willing, more preferable, someone more ideal. The monochrome room supposed to encase and show off the art of dancing a room now filled with despair and emptiness by the stakes of being left in the dark of time too be forgotten by the ones you cherish, too be devoured by the expectations of the ones around him this is a tale of how the deception of fame, fame is always brought upon by trickery and cunning tactics too further one’s gain that brings mockery of the ones shroudered in the deception.He stood just out of frame, clapping along with everyone else, but no one noticed him like he didn’t quite belong in the moment he wanted so badly to be part of. The laughter and cheers filled the room, yet somehow none of it reached him the same way. He kept smiling anyway, hands coming together in quiet applause, hoping maybe someone would glance his way, maybe someone would see him. But the camera stayed fixed, and he remained unseen present, but forgotten, like he was always just a step too far from where he wished he could be.You laugh at a clip. A child dancing. But what you don’t see is the courage it took to step onto that stage. The way his heart was probably racing. The way he gave everything he had in that moment not for perfection not for approval but because he loved it. He didn’t dance halfway. He didn’t hold back. He danced with his whole soul, his whole body every ounce of who he was.

kagurabachiglazer445 :

Yall don’t realize how serious ts is

Tjlover :

These comments make this 4x funnier bro

schizo :

🦧 :

Hes not even tired, but i am

Luka🇻🇦 :

blanco_geek :

top 5 comment senction ever

𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘴 🫩 :

Y'all think ts a joke? 💔

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u think ts a joke?

📌 :

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The boy stared with rage in his eyes, envy flowing through him watching someone else get the recognition he believed he truly deserved. With contempt in his eyes, he chose to clap, slowly and surely realizing that he doesn’t have to give up, and that he can rather choose to stay strong, and persevere further until he earns the recognition he so desperately craves, with his heart pounding for more.

saabe :

ts ain’t no joke.

Lord Gooningbutt :

Perhaps it’s not envy, but a refusal to betray the version of you that still believes.

Bruhbero :

Was so excited to open the comments 🫩🫩

Mysterious :

ts fryinnn meee😭😭💔

Visioned :

As he encountered the white floor, it felt like he had just fell in molasses, trying standing back on his two feet was impossible to him. But he knew one thing, to keep in motion. because a poem is never finished, it just stops moving. That poem is him, and he never stopped moving.