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I am the silence between words, the shadow that slips unnoticed through crowded rooms. No one looks my way, no eyes linger, not even for a moment. I walk past like a ghost, my name barely a whisper in the air, dissolving before it reaches anyone's ears. I speak, but it feels like I’m talking to walls, hoping the vibrations will reach somewhere, someone. But I am always alone. Invisible threads weave through me, tightening as the world goes on, oblivious, unaware of the emptiness I carry. I am not part of the conversation. I am the pause, the blank space, the forgotten afterthought. I try to shout, but my voice only echoes in my chest, bouncing back unanswered. In the sea of faces, I am the one that doesn’t register, the one who blends into the background, like a painting left to collect dust. I exist, but I am not seen. I feel the weight of this truth, heavy in the hollow places inside me. I am a story untold, a face without a name, a heartbeat no one notices because it’s too faint to matter. But I keep breathing, I keep moving. Because even if I’m invisible, I am still here, still waiting for someone to see me.
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Invisible Threads
I am the silence between words, the shadow that slips unnoticed through crowded rooms. No one looks my way, no eyes linger, not even for a moment. I walk past like a ghost, my name barely a whisper in the air, dissolving before it reaches anyone's ears. I speak, but it feels like I’m talking to walls, hoping the vibrations will reach somewhere, someone. But I am always alone. Invisible threads weave through me, tightening as the world goes on, oblivious, unaware of the emptiness I carry. I am not part of the conversation. I am the pause, the blank space, the forgotten afterthought. I try to shout, but my voice only echoes in my chest, bouncing back unanswered. In the sea of faces, I am the one that doesn’t register, the one who blends into the background, like a painting left to collect dust. I exist, but I am not seen. I feel the weight of this truth, heavy in the hollow places inside me. I am a story untold, a face without a name, a heartbeat no one notices because it’s too faint to matter. But I keep breathing, I keep moving. Because even if I’m invisible, I am still here, still waiting for someone to see me.
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CalGraves
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CalGraves
32/M/USA
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
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