Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: When I walk through the hallways lined with lockers, I feel small. Outnumbered. Everyone is so much taller than me; I take up so little space in this world. I'm only one of seven billion, right? What would it matter if I just... ceased to exist? I wouldn't be dead, no, I'd never have been in this universe or any other. That way no one can mourn me, and no one can celebrate me. I am irrelevant, and I have always been. I have been told this my entire life through actions and facial expressions. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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