As if I am a piece of glass, perfectly refined and cleaned. Totally see through, with out any imperfections that might give away my existence. Does any one see me any more? Does any one know that I am a human anymore? I have come to notice when I was at the beach yesterday, the only thing to talk to me was an old lady about 42 years old. Not sure
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