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May 2014
I was once a ghost.
I would float through the halls passing by my peers.
And it was very rare anyone took notice of me.
I liked being a ghost.
But now people can see me.
I'm still blurry to most.
And I'm glad that the person who saw me first all those years ago hiding under a table.
Still sees me clearer than anyone else.
Thank you.
Jake
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