The Unseen
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I am not whole. I am not a girl. I am not a person. I am barely even alive.
I come in sections. I do not choose what parts I am in the day. I do not choose the breathes I take. I am a daily planner all filled out, come to life.
Sometimes I am allowed to smile. Sometimes the section of the day has some joy. Sometimes Im more than a person, like a being of joy, a being filled with satisfaction, and an essence with meaning. These moments make the ones of nothingness that more bare.
I am allowed to wish to be more than I am in some of my sections. In others I can only thrive on the emptiness in my heart, and the emptiness in my belly. The rest is just the dull nothing that is me.
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