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I see my hands,    They’re disappearing,         And my arms,              They’re turning clear. My legs are fading slowly.                                Before I know it,                                          I’m not here.                                        I try to shout,                                   But hear no bellow.                                       I try to scream,                                        But not a cry.                                         My being is                                         i n v i s i b l e                                And I have no idea why.                                                                                    No one else                                                                    Seems to see me.                                                                                   And no one else                                                                    Seems to care.                                                              The people who are near me                                                                   Walk through me like I’m                                                                                      a   i   r.                                         How I’ve left                                      Is but a mystery.                                        Why I’ve left                                       I do not know.                    The main question on my mind is                    where                                    did                                                   I                                                              go?
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
Where Did I Go?
I see my hands,    They’re disappearing,         And my arms,              They’re turning clear. My legs are fading slowly.                                Before I know it,                                          I’m not here.                                        I try to shout,                                   But hear no bellow.                                       I try to scream,                                        But not a cry.                                         My being is                                         i n v i s i b l e                                And I have no idea why.                                                                                    No one else                                                                    Seems to see me.                                                                                   And no one else                                                                    Seems to care.                                                              The people who are near me                                                                   Walk through me like I’m                                                                                      a   i   r.                                         How I’ve left                                      Is but a mystery.                                        Why I’ve left                                       I do not know.                    The main question on my mind is                    where                                    did                                                   I                                                              go?
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
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