I can feel them rushing past me,

but I don't care,

I'm rushing through life like a ghost,

I'm invisible,

like Frodo,

like Roxy,

Like Harry,

no one notices me,

except him,

always him,

the one I wake up for,

the one I breath for,

so when people think I'm rushing through the hallways to escape life,

the classes,

the monotone voices,

I'm not,

I'm rushing to him,

for when I'm in his arms,

I'm not invisible.



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