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The problem with being invisible Is that none of you ever see me You see Friend, Person, Sister, Classmate, Girl Never Me. The problem with being invisible Is that you do not hear me You hear words, sentences, chatter Not the inbetween, not what I'm saying The problem with being invisible Is that you do not think of me You do not lie awake And wonder where Or who I am. I come only occasionally, Casually, In the slums of your minds unedited and full version redirected
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
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The problem with being invisible Is that none of you ever see me You see Friend, Person, Sister, Classmate, Girl Never Me. The problem with being invisible Is that you do not hear me You hear words, sentences, chatter Not the inbetween, not what I'm saying The problem with being invisible Is that you do not think of me You do not lie awake And wonder where Or who I am. I come only occasionally, Casually, In the slums of your minds unedited and full version redirected
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
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