There is a say you would be alive but left behind.
You feel warm, in the end, cold.
Your happy, endless, crying unreasonable.
Either way, someone walks past you, not reading your expression, walking out a path of another way while you stay the same.
I'm left unrecognized.
I have been seen as small, not big because I'm not easy to spot.
My wish is to have someone to comfort me with warmth, even if it is cold.
Stay by my side. Be with me even if I am suffering. Hold me up to get me to rise, and I will be free.
Please recognize me.
I do not want to left unrecognized...
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UnRecognized|Short Excerpt|
Short StoryYou feel alone, walking in a world you never even felt you were really alive and thought you were dead. But in reality, you are alive. Facing pain and emotion every day, every week, and twelve months every year. You want to escape the downfall, but...
