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I wanted to write down exactly what I felt – to be split open.
But somehow I couldn't be open.
I couldn't cut myself and let myself bleed.
I couldn't remind myself how to cry.
All I had was a blank sheet and a blank mind, to match my blank eyes.
In my thoughts
                        — the most dangerous
                          and the safest place
                     you could ever be.
Where you're supposed to be
I'm afraid,
you're going to walk away,
*because of me.
It wasn't on purpose, I promise.
I'm just not good with these things.
I'd like to be,
the girl who gets
a second
glance.
Sincerely,
Invisible
. . .
I've always wondered what it would be like, to be that girl.

— The End —