Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Why do you look through me?
It's like I'm not here.
You walk straight past without acknowledgement.
Am I a ghost? A spirit?
Am I not worth the effort?
I know you'll need me and then you'll talk to me.
And then discard me, when your need is fulfilled.
I'd say you'll miss me when I'm gone but how can that be true. You miss me while I'm here.
I am invisible.
I am background.
I am noise.
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