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Someone before you thought they knew me,
built a picture in their head that my words and actions could never prove wrong.
It didn't matter how apparent the hallucination could be,
pixelated, malformed, discolored; they wanted their imagination to be our reality.
You see me crystal clear and accurate,
a perfect opposite making me feel safe and seen no matter what I leave unsaid.
I get to paint my own pictures, to shade, revise, correct inaccurate portrayals,
and I no longer have to wonder if someone really loves me or
if they have a love/hate relationship with their own imagination.


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