We fall through the cracks, disappear; invisible folks, our story becomes so thin it slides between the pages of the book they’re writing, marginal at best, fading away drifting, jetsam afloat, adrift, some derelict debris, down, forgotten, so forgettable, and then we blur, we become background, some shadows, we’re easy enough to forget, we recede, …
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