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Almost all of the time, I do not notice it. I distract myself unconsciously And carry on. I am me and all the people that others know me to be. I smile and laugh and make amusing comments to make others laugh. I maintain connections. But every so often, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of the figure crouching to hide in the dark corner of the room. Any room. And then, almost never, I stare, to try and see his face.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
In the Corner
Almost all of the time, I do not notice it. I distract myself unconsciously And carry on. I am me and all the people that others know me to be. I smile and laugh and make amusing comments to make others laugh. I maintain connections. But every so often, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of the figure crouching to hide in the dark corner of the room. Any room. And then, almost never, I stare, to try and see his face.
richard-wishart
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
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