for you to love me? I ask myself why do I ask myself? reflexes remain reliable as sandpaper until it wears away.
I wear a badge that says: I need to be taken seriously. I look into your face that is not swollen at all. I think sometimes that it is not like my face. I believe there needs to be another word for face, encompassing all faces.
I am invisible to you unless you look into my eyes and see yourself.
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