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Jul 2019
I was asking him a question.
He kept a straight face,
Never looking at me,
No response whatsoever,
Or any indication that he heard me.

And I,
Knowing fairly well,
That I EXIST as an individual,
Started questioning my existence.
Why do I need approval from others to feel my own existence?
Hawa
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Hawa  26/F
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