I walk around,
No one sees me.
I say something,
No one listens.
I talk to someone,
They don't see me,
They don't hear me.
It's as if I don't exist.
They only other who meet that criteria,
The dead.
Except the dead get noticed for a day.
I may as well be dead,
Maybe then I will be seen,
Just not heard.
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