When I was a child I used to think that when I’d become an adult, I’d had to deal with every single thing that my parents went through, all of those responsibilities.
It was a scary reality, it all seemed so complicated and confusing, that I ought to be called for every little detail, but then I realized that you can be no one, so many people know that you don’t exist, even those who do, they just forget…
Well I’m just a file, a piece of paper that proves that I was born, and yet that little piece can easily be lost.


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Kaleidoscope by Adam Burton ©