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Invisible

I gave my identity to a man who stabbed me with it. I gave my identity to my friends who tore it up into little pieces to show everyone. I gave my identity to my mother who would not touch it. Every time I would give it away I would find it crushed and beaten. So now I never give it away. I stay invisible, that's my goal, and I'm pretty **** good at it.
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