Sunday, 14 April 2013

Nobody Knows

We see what we want to see and feel what other people want us to feel.
And yet knowing this doesn't make us care any less.
Sometimes I wonder: do you ever think of me?
Do you see me? Do you see me as I am?
It doesn't matter in the end.
Nothing does.
But before the end there's a lot going on, sometimes too much.
I wonder if you know. I wonder if anyone does?

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