I’m sitting in a crowd, filled with people, and no one is listening.
Each day is a battle, and yet you don’t see me.
Every day another jigsaw puzzle piece no longer fits, and I’m crumbling, struggling to stay up right.
I’m a good person, aren’t I?
They say good things happen to good people.
Perhaps that’s the problem.
Perhaps I’m a parasitic worm, and not a person at all.
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