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January 29, 2014
You tell me every day, how my concentration will take me away from the world and directly into my own.

You say how I can take out a book and I will immediately be unreachable, how I am almost dead with how unresponsive I become. How a still yet full of emotional expression crosses my features; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I can be so lost in a universe, and become uninterested my own.

Oh, how you know me.