Thursday, September 20, 2012


I can see through you, you know.

You think you're a door,
but you're a window
or a book
And I can read you.

Everything about you.
As if I am you.

I feel what you feel, and I see what you see.

I feel the lonely, the bitterness, the empty.
The numbness, the pain, the sad.
The longing, the nothing, the empty.

I see you when you're dead inside.

I see you when you don't see yourself.

Even when you don't want to see yourself.

I see you.

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