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( pixel art cover I made for the book: "Being Miss Nobody")


A nobody
That's who I am.
People ignore me.
Sometimes they don't even
say a word to me all day.
The only thing I ever hear is
"Hi, Goodbye, or Sorry."
Who am I to you?
A freak?
A monster?
Or a Traitor?
Why is it so hard for them
to speak to me?
I know I don't speak
But it seems as if they fear me..
We were friends once.
Remember those times?
We were happy little kids,
We thought that we could save the world.
Why can't we just rewind?
And turn back time.
Go back to the way it all was before.

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