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Nov 2018
I wish I was invisible,
I could easily hide away,
This has to be a miracle,
A wish that will come true someday.

Sure, there are people that want to see me,
But they are just few less than a dozen,
I wish I could remove the debris cause,
The one who I want to see me, doesn’t.

She used to see me quite clearly,
Back when I think and hope she cared,
Back when there was intimacy,
When I held her when she was scared.

I will cover up with fake emotion,
Until I can finally realize,
That there are many fish in the ocean,
Fish that are venomous sharks I despise.
Even though there are more fish in the sea, most of them are toxic.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
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