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Watching Me

I feel them watching
me, as if I am a white
rose in a bouquet of red .

Why they this I
don't know,but
sometimes I can't
handle it.

I wish I can disappear,
or make the whispers
can just go away.

As I sit there,
trying to not
notice them,
someone comes by
with wide eyes staring
at me.

Day by day, I
sit there wishing
they'll stop
watching me



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