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Feb 2016
In this room full of people ,
I feel as if I do not exist.

My words dissolve into the air,
And leave me in dispear.

How I long for the day when,
They see how wrong they've been.

Longing for the day I am not *invisible
Written by
Angel  Chicago
(Chicago)   
491
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