Somedays I thrive in the cloak of invisibility I am buried under and on other days I'm fazed by how I can be present in the room and not even a single soul takes notice.
I guess it's easier to choose invisibility than have the whole world not see you.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PuisiFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
