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Am I real?
I do not speak because I cannot hear
I do not feel because I cannot bear
Senseless and useless all but to myself
I function, I thrive at the wrong place, at the wrong time- inside
What cannot be touched cannot be real
Because something is open if it is not sealed
Do not let it go, do not let it spill
Do not lose something you cannot feel.

— The End —