I see your guilt
I see your shame
I see your troubles
I see your pain
I see the thoughts
I see the scars
I see the problems
I see them multiple as the stars
I see your lonely
I see your hate
I see the dirt
I see your fate
I see what you cover up
I see you in a huddle
I see what no one does
I see my face looking back from the puddles
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