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A/N: I always write poetry when I don't feel how I should. So here's my poem.
It’s like she’s invisible.
She’s there, all right,
but no one cares.
No one listens to her.
No one talks to her.
Pulled from her fantasies,
the harsh, cruel reality
hits her:
she’s unwanted.
Alone.
The spare part no one ever uses.
It would be better
if she didn’t exist.
It’s like she’s invisible.
She’s there, all right,
but no one cares.
No one listens to her.
No one talks to her.
Pulled from her fantasies,
the harsh, cruel reality
hits her:
she’s unwanted.
Alone.
The spare part no one ever uses.
It would be better
if she didn’t exist.
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Wow...I feel like this every single day. You pretty much described ever ounce of how I feel on a daily basis.