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Sep 2018
Seeing, looking, glancing
They’re all focused on me
My soul, my heart
They look right through me

Lit, red, burning eyes
They make me wonder,
am I alive?
Will I ever see myself like they see me?
No.

They come closer, they look closer
They stare.  Blank

They stay in front of me,
standing still

While the others go in for the ****
anxiety
Written by
niella  21/F
(21/F)   
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