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They laugh, hands brushing hands, Eyes meeting where I am not. I sit in the empty space between them, A shadow stretched thin, Echoing nothing. I reach, But my voice curls back, Ignored, untouched, A ghost at the edges of their warmth. I am here. And yet, I am not.
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
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They laugh, hands brushing hands, Eyes meeting where I am not. I sit in the empty space between them, A shadow stretched thin, Echoing nothing. I reach, But my voice curls back, Ignored, untouched, A ghost at the edges of their warmth. I am here. And yet, I am not.
#me#ignored#existing#sad#cold
AnnesleyNDennis
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AnnesleyNDennis
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
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