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Puddle
Look at my face, do you see the same things that i see. Do you see my eyes as being bright and cheerful, or is it sadness and searching. A searching for love, a searching for acceptance, a searching for relief. An outcry for the pain to stop.
Do you see my body language as being positive and comfortable. or do you see me hiding myself. the subtle shaking in my hands, the subtle rocking back and forth, that ever present paranoid look that paint my face like some clowns make up.
