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  May 2017 Alina
I smile, I'm looked through as if I were invisible.
I speak, I'm ignored.
I cry, I'm pitied.
I scream, I'm glanced at.
But once someone looked back.
We spoke, we laughed.
Together we were no longer invisible.
I feel like this is very cliche. I don't actually know how to write poetry so tips would be wonderful!

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