She stands in a crowded room, but goes unnoticed. She's the center of attention, but feels as if everyone sees through her. She screams and yells at the top of her lungs, but feels as if no one hears her. She's pretty with her long, golden brown hair and ice blue eyes, she's shy and quiet, hardly says a word. She's invisible to the world, a ghost, the shell of a person.
She has a past she'd like to forget, but her monsters have a better idea. Places that are considered safe to most people are haunted to her, terrified of them but is forced to go inside because she has nowhere else to go. No place is safe.
She. Is. Invisible.
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An Abundance Of Short Stories & A Handful Of Poems
Kısa HikayeJust some poems and Short stories that I have written over the last year or so.
