I saw you in town,
Across the street,
Walking, obviously,
You don’t see me.
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Like a ghost,
In your life,
I walk in your shadow,
And you don’t even know.
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What I would give,
To be visible to you,
For you to notice me,
And walk for a minute with me.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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