Walking through the day, filled with friends
its really hard to see that this is its end.
Staring at this mirror, hating my face,
watching as the tears leave their long trace.
Another year gone, marking an age,
another memory turning the page.
And another forgotten day.
What can I say?
I'm a forgettable thing, unimportant,
just another moment lent,
letting me know how miserable it is
to be invisible.
And me.
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