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Jun 2019
My eyes are open so I see the shapes of the world around me
I can make out its colors and can hear the voices that laugh and cry
However, I don't know if others can see it reflected within my eyes
but I can feel it
the lack of empathy for their words
my apatheticness towards the vibrancy around me
the cold distant observation in the shapes that pass me by
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Matt  26/M
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