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Mar 2015
You sit there looking at me like I am nothing.
You look at me in the eye, and want me to disappear.
Now you are a stranger.
We barely talk.
I got told that I would be fine.
That this is normal.
Is it?
Panda
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Panda  Maine
(Maine)   
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