Don't look at me
like I'm a stranger. You smile
with your accusing eyes concealing
the confusion that my [non]presence
brings. We were too in-
different. Not the repairable
and cute difference
people surpass. Ours is permanent
and destructive. "You don't get it."
You whispered while I was
sleeping. You thought I was sleeping.
I was awake, brushing my hand
ever so gently with yours. I wanted
you to see that I do get it. I want
it too. Happiness. We are not that
different you know. We both want to be out.
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with your accusing eyes concealing
the confusion that my [non]presence
brings. We were too in-
different. Not the repairable
and cute difference
people surpass. Ours is permanent
and destructive. "You don't get it."
You whispered while I was
sleeping. You thought I was sleeping.
I was awake, brushing my hand
ever so gently with yours. I wanted
you to see that I do get it. I want
it too. Happiness. We are not that
different you know. We both want to be out.
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image from POST SECRET
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