I am starting to believe that I do not exist

Each foot falls into the mark made by someone else

Each word that falls from my tongue

An echo

In someone else’s voice

Your head no longer turns my way

I can’t remember the last time you saw me

Heard me

Maybe I’m just a shadow now

A shadow of a title

For a role

I could never fill

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