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Mar 2020
Why am I invisible to the world?
Why must they walk past me with the whispyness of the wind?
This emptiness  I feel inside is very much real .
A hardening of my soul
Days and nights I have wept  over the disparity  of my life
The life a solid  being
They took my identity  and gave me a new
One with no definition  .... to be continued
Aajah  hunley
Written by
Aajah hunley  20/F/Memphis
(20/F/Memphis)   
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   Espresso manic
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