Him

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He looks at me but

He does not see me.

His piercing gaze

Passes through me.

It hurts me inside

To know he does not care.

Look at me.

LOOK AT ME DAMMIT!

It is like I am an addict,

And he is my craving, my drug.

I have spent many days, wishing, and wanting

For what I cannot have.

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