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May 2015
I watch you,
I watch them,
I watch him,
I watch her,
everyone.


Everyone,
walking,
laughing,
passing,
past me.


They look at me,
but I look through them.
They're looking at the mask,
the outer of me.


That fake smile,
being dead is unseen,
they can't see,
I am dead inside.
Golden Girl
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Golden Girl  Mars Planet
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