I remember what it felt like to sit with anticipation as my only friend

Waiting with anxiety, wondering what would it be next

Something I said?

Was it a word that would set the ball in motion?

Or perhaps a sound,

That caused unnecessary attention and awareness of my existence

Passing from one shadow to the next

Thinking I could escape the inevitable by pretending to be invisible

It never worked


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