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Have you ever felt you were just part of the backdrop, the canvas on which the pretty ones shone.
I often did.
Riding the tube, the escalators, thousands of people not noticing that I breath and feel in this world the same as they do.
Diary of a lonely man:
( Maybe twenty years ago, exact date never recorded.)