Inconspicuous -- LouisaJo

Inconspicuous. That's all I ever was to you. 

But yesterday you came. I couldn't help but look into your eyes and love you all over again, despite what your friends had done. What you had done. 

But I remembered, and it was unforgiving.

"I'd rather be inconspicuous," and I left. 

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