Tue, 11/05/2013 - 08:59 -- iamtime


I know what you think of me,

I don't care.

You see who I am,

you don't know.

She really cares about me,

she can't feel.

He feels the way I feel,

He doesn't hear.

They hear what I can hear,

They will never taste.

We can taste the same thing,

We don't smell the same smell.

I can smell everything,

I don't know why.


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