Echos

Sometimes I get lost.

Sometimes I get lost inside who I am or who I'm trying to be. Sometimes I get lost because people don't see me.

Sometimes I just want people to see me. I want them to recognize me. See my intelligence, marvel at my skill.

Sometimes I just want some frickin' attention, some praise.

Hell, I'll even take the occasional critique.

Sometimes I'm sick of being alone.

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