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Invisable

Walking down the hallways,
feeling so alone,
no one stops to talk,
I am invisible, I am unknown.
My classmates are not friends,
in fact they are not foes.
There’s not one single seat for me,
in a classroom filled with rows.
And a part of me wishes,
that they’d even call me names,
instead of walking right passed.
Everyday’s the same.



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