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A piece of furniture, In the corner of the room. They walk past me every day, Like I’m invisible too. I scream inside my head, But it never makes a sound. I’m here, I’m breathing, But I’m nowhere to be found.

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Written by

rachessber

Published

Apr 25

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Notes: A poem I wrote for the people who don't feel seen. I wrote this poem for a writing project I'm working on.
Tags: #invisible #awarness #emotion

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