Visibly Invisible

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she plasters a smile on her face.
she sits up late at night,
flipping through the dictionary
trying to find a word
that describes exactly how she feels.
she goes through her days numbly.
her life is like a phantom limb;
she finds herself
frantically trying to relieve the itch
that just isn't there.
she can't get over it. she can't move on.
the quick sand pulls her under,
until all that is left is a hand, trying to
reach for the impossible.





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