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I am

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timeywimeystuff13

Published: May 7, 2014

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I am the girl hyperventilating on the bus,
Unnoticed by everyone.

I am the girl who tries to disappear when it is crowded,
Heart pounding,
Unnoticed by everyone.

I am the girl reading at the back of the class,
Unnoticed by everyone.

I am the girl furiously scribbling her homework at the last minute,
Unnoticed by everyone.

I am the girl in the library every lunchtime,
Quiet,
Unnoticed by everyone.

I am the girl desperately trying not to get picked on by the teacher,
Unnoticed by everyone

Well

All except one.

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I was trying to think about something to write for this, and it took forever... it's not that good, but oh well. Maybe I'll edit it later.

It's true though. There's about one or two people who notice me and care about me, but everyone else seems to ignore me. Even when I almost had a panic attack on the bus last week no-one paid any attention... Oh well. Never mind. Perhaps the whole bus just didn't notice.

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