Sometimes to be Seen is to be Saved
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Last published Thu, Feb 27, 2020
Try to pretend for a moment, that you are invisible. That no one can or ever will see you. That you are so alone, in a crowd of people. That you are drowning and you can see everyone else breathing. That no matter how hard you try, you can't get people to notice you; and at some point you stop trying.
It broke your heart not being seen, everyone else being happy, while all you can be is observant. Not being noticed, is the scariest thing that can happen to a person.
Try being alone, try being invisible for forty-two years.
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