unseen poetry

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i have gone long unseen, unheard -
my true self littered between words.
perception, in fact, is terrifying;
to be read like a book feels like dying.
i do my best to live silently,
praying noone hears my mind plea.
so you are blind and deaf to me -
at least, that is what i wish to believe.

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