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Dec 2018
Me
Maybe I'm too pessimistic
Maybe you're too optimistic
Its clear we're not seeing eye to eye

Who am I
What am I

What is this skin
What are these eyes
I feel like I'm in a foreign body

Where are my people
I have become a social recluse
I've come to notice a lot of things

I don't know what I've become
I've lost myself
Written by
HooCares  19/M/Illinois
(19/M/Illinois)   
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