You look at me, and yet you don't see me. You see everything I used to be. You see what you want me to be. Sometimes you see right through me, while I keep wishing that you would look inside me. See me for who I am, who I have become. And for once, stop asking me questions, stop digging deeper and deeper into my past, stop making me regret my very existence.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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