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Jane Doe
I often wonder if I'll die, without ever knowing why
Their haste accounts for my heart's awry;
When my voice heeds without an ear,
I write with conviction--words of sincerity;
In hopes that what is written could adhere;
For fear I'll never escape my designated fate-- Invisibility
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