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When did I become invisible? When did people almost walk right into me? When did I stop being acknowledged?
I don’t recall the year, the month, the day, or the time. It was as if I entered a different universe full of strangers.
They are young and bustling, a word that would never trip off their immortal tongues, these people of now.
I want to let them in on the secret, but they wouldn’t believe me. Because they don’t see me. See me no more.
The Foody One
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