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I hear, see and speak
Yet they don’t understand?
The truth is alien to them

I can see right through them
I can sense their fears, pains,
worries and futile plans

So I pretend to be one of them
to care about foolish things
and talk about nonsense stuff

But when I’m all alone
I am as real as they’ll never be
I must not ever let them know

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  1. sounds like the world of the poet. I do this also…I think that’s why I enjoy this site.

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