In the quiet hollows of my mind,
I wander through empty echoes—
A shadow slipping past the light,
Fading into a void where no one cares.

If I vanished into thin air,
Would the world pause, or simply spin on?
No teardrop to mark my absence,
No whispered sorrow in the dark.

I feel like a forgotten name
In a book that time left unread,
A silent note in a symphony
That no one ever learns to hum.

In the stillness of midnight,
I ask the stars, “Do you see me?”
Yet even their cold glimmers
Offer no answer of mourning.

I am but a transient sigh,
A brief echo in an endless silence—
Wishing, perhaps, for a ripple
In a sea that carries me away.

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