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Am i truly here?

By , creeping much?, KS
I wake up every morning before anyone else. The house is silent other than radios left on by the sleeping. By the time i leave everyone is still sleeping. Then i come home and no one else is here. The whole day i am ignored by some of the people i trust the most, the people i would give my life for. Every day i drift in and out feeling as if no one see's me. If i died no one's life would change and no one would miss me. So the days i live are spent trying to figure out if I'm actually here or not. This is why i think no one would care if i died or ran away or went to prison, i am already only from someone's imagination.





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