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              I'm just invisible arn't I?

Invisible is what I am I guess.

I feel as if I have very little control over anything anymore. The struggle becomes too much -too tiring- and I consider letting go of every thing. Allowing everything . . . or whatever . . . to happen.

And then . . . well . . . certain thought start to creep around. Will I ever get to control my head? Will I always have to share it with them?

Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by them? Will my life ever go where I want it to? Will I ever be happy?

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