It's ok. I don't expect to be noticed or heard. I don't expect to be understood or paid attention to. I don't expect to be - a person.
I'm simply here to be a wall flower. Or - maybe just the wall. I'm nothing that matters. If I were, I'd be seen. I'd be heard. I'd be understood.
But please .. pass me by... everyone does.
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Life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away
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