Monday, January 9

Invisible

Maybe you don't see me.
The same way no one really ever does. Or maybe you do.
The balance between the opposites is what makes relations complicated, like we want everyone to see, but then again if they did, then what? If they did, would they?
If you did, you'd be a saint. It's not as if I try to hide, not at all.
I just don't see how.
Repetition is the only thing I know.

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