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Mar 2021
It hurts how they look at me,
It hurts how they look but they don't see -
They don't see me.

It's as if I'm a window that people look through to see what's on the other side.

No one thinks about the window,
They just look through it but they don't see -
They see everything but the window.
TheBlueOne
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