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I feel like I'm standing still. Everyone else is moving but me. And every few seconds I retract, go back. Then stand still again, watching everyone. And so it'll go until I'm too far to see.

Go ahead, by obligation, you watch too. Send my way your inviting looks, but you don't care anyway, as I try not care that you don't. Eh. But go on. And I'll be backsteppin' all the way, all the way. To that day. That day where none of ya'll knew me. Not any of you. No one, not even my parents or my sister because that's when I was all I had, not an ear, or an arm, or a hand. Just a lot of duties. A lot of expectations. And a lot of wishing on my part.

That's me. I'm missing a party. Somewhere and everywhere, but they're not missing me.

I guess I gotta get used to it. Ya know? Not being missed.

The fuck do you read this?

Help me the fuck out of this hole.