It’s what I do best.
I have been hiding lately. I walk around, but no one sees.
(When they do, they look away, because they see what I’m not hiding in my eyes.)
(It stares back, honest, and it burns them.)
Oh, they know. They know, they know, they know.
I don’t want to know anymore.
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