many would know what it feels like to be a magician who pulls a rabbit out of a hat, but few would ever wonder what it feels like to be the rabbit in the hat. what does the rabbit feel when it's in there? fear? tranquility? or maybe angst?
if i were the rabbit, i would be ardent.
my moment of fame.
all eyes on me.
the star of the room.
if i were the rabbit, i would feel dismal.
my short-lived glory.
the spotlight put aside.
back into the darkness.
if i were the rabbit, i would pray and hope.
when would i be allowed out again?
to feel alive.
to feel like for once in my life,
just this once,
i belong somewhere.
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