Existing, a little.

By
Nonexistence

isn't the best thing to feel.

Being in a room

where no one can see you.

Being apart of a conversation

where your opinion just isn't needed.

Screaming in a crowded lobby

and everyone is just too busy to notice.

Not ever making an impact.

Not ever leaving a mark

that you were here.

But all along

you knew it would be okay.

You'd be okay.

You'd been okay all along.





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