I am unnoticed, unseen,
drifting through the halls like a pebble caught up in a stream.
See, I'm not truly invisible.
In fact, sometimes I wish I weren't so typical.
I am a worker bee,
in my own little world called me.
drifting through the halls like a pebble caught up in a stream.
See, I'm not truly invisible.
In fact, sometimes I wish I weren't so typical.
I am a worker bee,
in my own little world called me.
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