“To the other pale faced, almost forgotten, never forgetting, deep-ceded, deep feeling, disenfranchised from parts of story we haven’t placed yet,
Our identity crisis has its own identity
Our redacted memories still hold a clear place,
missing parts of the puzzle
Obscured into prominence
We are worth scouring under the furniture to find
Everyone can tell,
Something is not right with this picture without us
Even if we are abstract background beside the big picture
Our absence is a focal point
It is not enough to write
“Missing peices”
On the box
The void will pang with
Never complete without us.”
-X


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