I know you saw me, you saw me see you.

You saw me see you see me.

But then you just couldn’t indulge me.

What a day, what an experience.

I never expected to be treated so, but then who am I?

It all boils down to that, what do you see me as?

That’s the only reason you’ll look at me and still not answer me.

After all I planned it, and accepted on your behalf. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

That’s what I get for being me.

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