I step into a room brimming with people and eyes vibrant with expression. Eyes don't see me scanning right past my silhouette. Recoiling in one cursory backwards motion I remove myself from the room. The four walls stand and the people laugh and banter the same way they did before I ever walked in. I light a cigarette and begin the trudge homeward, my heels clicking on the pavement as if to keep time. This is what invisible feels like.
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