April 17, 2009
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There’s two of us, you know.
I’m two years behind.
I’m five years behind.
Can you hear me?
I’m trying to tell you something.
You don’t listen.
Can you see me?
I want you to notice me.
Please tell me you see me.
I’m here.
I’m here, I promise.
Do you know who I am?
You should, you made me.
You want to know why I want to leave?
Because I was never here at all.

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