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Dec 2011
What I would give, to see through your eyes.
To see what you see.

Do you see a poor, feeble, translucent being,
somone who could never be with you?
Or do you see a quietly, proud and unique woman,
worthy of the writings of Maya Angelou?

When I enter a room, you are all I see.
But what do you see? Do you ever see me?
Rachel S
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