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I see paper and lines, waiting to be filled with description.

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I see a world that I am not sure about. I see secret connections, not so subtle glances. I see pain in hunched shoulders and furrowed brows. I see boredom; some would rather be anywhere else. I see fake smiles of some who are just checking off boxes. I see exhaustion in eyes that simply won’t stay open. I see glimmers of hope in seeming failure. I see truth in faces that contrasts spoken words. I see desperation. I see more than I should, at least right here. Right now.

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