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feel something more than this
sometimes i think i'm invisible. or that i've already been forgotten. it would explain a lot of things. to be easily wiped off, like a smeared stain on the window. fingerprints and they fade away when the rain comes. for a moment, like a candle that seemed to sparkle and burn so bright. to burn everything away and be nothing more than embers and ashes at the end.
i am melted wax. shapeless and without form. forgotten, remembered only when the filament burns and chars and you are left without any other choice nor solution.
it feels hollow inside. hollow without reason, hollow without the echo of voices and laughter of camaraderie. alone, the aching pangs of needing hands to reach and hold and pull me from an otherwise endless chasm.
but this is all a dream and i'll wake up. the day will go on. a smile, endless plastered upon my face. soon enough, my eyes will cease to betray any other emotion than one you think i'm letting you believe it is. until then.
until then.
