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Maliit Paruparo
  Unnoticed,
  unseen,
  unheard.
Yet I noticed you.
  I know how you feel,
  little butterfly
  flying on the shores
  of the beach,
  of the lake
  that I'm facing;
I know how you feel.
  To be seemingly stuck
  in the middle
  of feet walking on sands;
  Silver in the gold light,
  and small
  as you fly under feet.
It's what I've felt as a child.
  You seem to be stuck
  in the middle;
  I know that familiar feeling.
  Yet you fly,
  despite people
  walking on top of you.
  I need to fly,
  fly even when
  people walk on top of me.
I need to be like you.
  Tall,
  seen,
  and heard;
  flying
  and not stuck.

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{Written on July 27, 2015}
"I see souls, so many souls at so many times. What I don't know is if someone sees my soul. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is unnoticed, unseen and unheard, when I notice and see and hear others' souls.
I'm frightened that no-one will see notice, see, hear my soul. All in all, I'm a little frightened that no-one will see and hear my soul.
But I shouldn't be frightened of that. Such a silly fear that is. Fear is silly, haha; but not true fear.
Not true fear."