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Dear Imposter,

  • May 5, 2018
  • 1 min read

I'm not counting I'm listening I don't proofread I'm impatient I'm making this up as I go I'm restless I'm unreal I'm standing in a crowded room shrieking hoping for anyone to listen No one listens You don't care You see half hearted smiles and forced hugs Maybe I'll disappear or get abducted by another species One where I fit in They don't lie or murder one another They celebrate the unique and never allow anyone to starve I think I'd like to fade away now please  

 
 
 

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