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May 2019
My sight became dull.
Maybe you drifted away because you don't know me anymore.
It is sad that I can't drift away,
I don't even know myself too.
I don't understand me.
I don't know me.
Who am I?
Who is this creature I see in the mirror?
All I see is her eyes filled with terror.
The title is the French word for 'Don't Know'.
Scaevola Lisianthus
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Scaevola Lisianthus  F/Somewhere
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