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I need help and it feels like no one wants to help me.
Is there something about me that makes me so easy to ignore?
Am I so soft spoken my voice just falls into background noise?
Do I really have that little presence you forget im in the room?
So light on my feet that I'm flying?
Flying.
Falling.
Plunging into the sea like icarus after flying too close to the sun?
Except my tale isn't of hubris, it's of .
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
