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Jan 2018
I detest when people ask: are you OK?
It gets even worse when it proceeds to: what's going on?
I avoid the answer to these questions, for their answer is neither clear nor joyful.
I wish they would never ask
I wish they would just stay quiet

They think they know what I have
They think they know what I need

I don't need their attention
I don't want their attention

I Just want to be in an empty room...

Where the only sound is the echo of my thoughts...

And I don't have to talk...  

Or think...                                                  

Or move...                                                          ­              

But they come back....      

They pressure...

They stare....

They judge.....

I want them to leave.

I don't want them to wonder about me.

Leave                                            ­          

Leave me alone.                                            


Stop torturing me.                                        


Only then can I torture myself                            
Marco Benitez
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Marco Benitez
     Glennys Ross, WordsOnly, Lizzie and ---
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