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Me. Do you know me?

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ChiTorah

Published: Mar 30, 2011

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What do you see,
when you look at me?
Do you see me?
Or do you see right through me?
See me insides?
See my blood running through my veins?

What do you think of me?
I don't know that myself.
Of course.
I don't wish to know.
I don't want your opinion.
I only know what I think myself.

Did I wish to know you?
No.
It was random.
Like almost everything else,
that happens in my life.
That or unfortunate.

Do you know me?

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Hi.
I guess I was really emotional, when I wrote this. :S But there is nothing wrong with me. Or Im not feeling sad or anything.
Everybody have their moments of emotion ^^