Invisible

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I feel despondant

As they walk by

Their packaged lives

A tightly held lie

I know more now

Than once before

The friends I had

I have no more

They claimed to know me

Yet, never tried

To understand

The me inside

We've drifted apart

And now they pass

And look through me

As if I'm glass

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