You see me.
Talk to me.
Hurt me.
I am real.
And I am not.
I cry,
and the tears are real
I scream
and the sound is real
so,
What makes me not?
The fact that I am not what you want me to be. . . .

You see me.
Talk to me.
Hurt me.
I am real.
And I am not.
I cry,
and the tears are real
I scream
and the sound is real
so,
What makes me not?
The fact that I am not what you want me to be. . . .
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