I'm so used to being invisible.
Always kept in a glass ball.
Protected and forgotten,
that's how it's always been.
Not made for the spotlight, having all eyes following my every move.
The old system of breathing is lost in oblivion, each intake of this new air is cruising in my veins. Burning.
Maybe I'll be sucked into vacuum and it wouldnt be the worst thing.
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Inside the Mirror
SpiritualLife from inside the mirror. Only you see it. /Collection of short stories/ /Commentaries/
