invisible,
gently following behind,
everybody's footstep,
without leaving a trace.
invisible,
nobody knows you exist,
to everyone else,
your inanimate soul is a substitute for this.
invisible,
creating shadows of people you love,
looking after them in the dark,
without asking for any repayment.
invisible,
you are never really there,
you never really did make an impact,
you will never be remembered.
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FOREST ✰ POETRY
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