Somewhat Invisible
I was born with it, you see.
Invisibility, but I have no control over it.
It comes and goes.
I'm never completely invisible, only somewhat invisible.
Sometimes, I am seen when I want to be seen.
And only seen by those who wish to see me.
All others, they do not see me, nor do they wish or choose to see me.
I am somewhat invisible.
I am there, but not really there.
I am somewhat invisible.
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