p.64

as I walk down the busy street
my eyes stare down at my feet

even in the broad daylight
I remain hidden out of sight

wandering around, a shadow
unseen by people I don’t know

yearning for someone to see
that this phantom is me

yet I remain imperceptible
my concealment uncontrollable

an indistinguishable shell
this transparent and empty hell

this loneliness is unequivocal
so here I must remain, invisible

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