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Apr 2012
When I walk through the halls
I feel like a ghost.
When I try to start a conversation
I am not noticed.
When I try to show someone something,
I am not payed attention to.
I feel Invisible.

When I sit in the halls by myself,
I am noticed.
When I read in the library,
I am smiled at.
When I am around you,
I feel anything but, Invisible.
Sandra Jackson
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