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Aug 23
You and I are the only ones here
There is no awkward silence
It is just you
I am invisible
Your peripheral vision obscured by abhorrence
There is no anger, no willingness to invoke, yell or fight
Just a vicious battle within myself to convince you I am human
Written by
Joanne Wilkins
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