I feel hollow, wear a mask
to hide the weight behind each task.
Alone, unheard, I fade from view,
a quiet voice lost in the queue.
Rarely chosen, barely seen—
a shadow where a soul has been.
I wonder still, with aching grace:
do I take up any space?
to hide the weight behind each task.
Alone, unheard, I fade from view,
a quiet voice lost in the queue.
Rarely chosen, barely seen—
a shadow where a soul has been.
I wonder still, with aching grace:
do I take up any space?
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