Lonely
Never enough. Enough for me. But for others ? Never the one. Always just 'her'. Always just being but never actually noticed. When will they see me? The real me. They probably won't. Because I am one in a million. Nothing special. Just a human. Just someone being. Just enjoying life. But sometimes, just sometimes, lonely.
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