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True love waits in haunted attics
Reminds me kind of like Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man (not as flagrant with the racist theme, though, but it's arguably still very much there):
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.
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