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Ghost In The Crowd
<p>I sit in rooms full of people and feel the echo of my own absence.</p><p>Laughter surrounds me, but it doesn’t touch me.</p><p>Stories are told, voices rise, hands clap...but I hear only the hollow chamber inside my chest.</p><p>I crave connection, yet I hesitate at every approach.</p><p>I want to reach out, to let someone in, but my own walls are higher than I admit.</p><p>Even when I speak, I wonder if my words land, or if they vanish like whispers in the wind.</p><p><br/></p><p>It’s not that I dislike people.</p><p>It’s not that I hate the world.</p><p>It’s just that sometimes, I am a ghost in plain sight, seen but not felt, heard but not understood.</p><p>And the loneliest part?</p><p>I wonder if anyone else feels it too… or if I am alone in my crowd, forever searching for kin that may never see me.</p>
Ghost In The Crowd
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Bello Ibukunoluwa
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