Anne Unknown (15-09-1995 / Den Helder, Netherlands)
My friends are important to me,
but sometimes I cannot help myself but wonder how it is for them,
Most of the time I feel hollow, and I can almost see myself in her body and she in mine.
I look at my friend, but all what she does is stare back.
I speak to her, but only when I ask a question, she gives answer.
I try to cheer her up, she smiles.
Than her face looks pained and the smile vanishes as if it never was.
It is as if she is hollow, my friend is a zombie.
They tell me it's not so bad, I'm fun to be around,
but I can't see how, I guess my face hides more than I thought.
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