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as we gathered around for our bedtime story
i stood like a ghost behind them.

i'm not looking at the camera
but you can stil see the longing in my eyes,
i wanted to be heard but was too afraid to ask
as we centered around the boy who seemingly had everything
i stood, smiled and said nothing.

it's like i knew only time would draw me out
of that invisible place
and hand me my own separate keys.
maybe that's the reason why i was smiling