Invisible

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is just something I wrote when I was just a depresses little bug one day...i also had no idea what genre to put this under soo..ya.

Submitted: August 08, 2014

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  To be unnoticed by anyone, to say the least, is not the best of times. If someone were to vanish, out of thin air, no one would take notice of their absence. No one would know their name either, for they never bothered to learn. It's as though "it" was never actually a person as all to begin with, but a mere fly. A fly that only lives to die the next and have no one care or bat an eye at the inconvenient death that they knew was going to happen anyway. So one might say it was in fact not "inconvenient" , but destine to be, for a fly only lives to die, as is everyone else on the planet. Once everyone is gone though, and the deafening silence in the world could be heard miles away, only then could I be who I have always been to scared to be, yet no one would know who the real me was, seemingly their all gone. I guess the mere fly of society was never meant to be herself.


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