Isn't ironic.
That when we are young, we dream of invisibility.
To be given the ability to go unnoticed by the human eye.
Yet we learn that invisibility is one of the cruelest gifts there can be.
And as times goes by,
we learn that we want to be seen.
Even if it just one person,
We want to be seen.
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My Truth
PoetryIsn't it lovely the innocence of a child. They have a world that is pure and nothing more, but there are few who weren't able to experience that. There are various reason as to this very cause, some of them didn't have the chance to begin with and o...
