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Invisible

To him, i am invisible. Unmistakably invisible.
He doesn't know my name, and he doesn't know me. I walk away and and he doesn't care, he doesn't see the real me. Instead i walk away feeling useless and ugly. he doesn't look my way when i speak his name, all he does is talk to her, the cheerleader, and here i am a "math geek" as people call me, feelin like a math geek...




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