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Mar 4
I am Invisible,
Screaming, crying, shouting to become visible.
I stand in a crowded room,
People oblivious to my gloom.
As time passes… I begin to lose hope,
Losing ways to cope,
My mind rolling down an endless *****
‘Till all I can do is mope.
I feel I am alone,
My story unknown,
Sittin’ on an empty throne.
My silent scream unheard,
My sad face blurred,
My emotions stirred,
My problem uncured.
Seth Thomas
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Seth Thomas  16/M/Concord NC
(16/M/Concord NC)   
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