I feel as if I'm fading,
My shadow only a shading.
That my purpose has gone,
That my presence is wrong.
My arms have turned invisible...
Being unseen is miserable.
But I no longer exist...
And I'm not being missed.
I just want to be back,
but a body I lack.
Maybe if I was wanted,
That's something to be daunted.
©odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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