You pass through me, as if I do not even exist
I scream to you please don't go, don't leave me all alone,
My plea is met with silence. How can a person be so deaf not to know I need them, I love them, I want to be validated in some way, shape or form in their life. Are we now that distant that I am almost ghostlike, invisible before your eyes? I catch my reflection in the window and realize I do exist, though I see my image fading by the minute. I must claim myself and look inward to find my soul, and validate my own reason for being, before I disappear.
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