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You no longer cry, you just sit there, you see.

You occasionally laugh but never cry. 

You've cried enough or that's what you tell yourself.

You try not to think about it, or that or even that.

But they're always on your mind.

You barely remember but you'll never forget those. 

Are they memories or nightmares? 

Why are you awake tonight? Weren't you supposed to be asleep?

What do you do up all night?

How do you look people in the eye? Do you look at them at all?

Are you able to differentiate between faces or are they all the same for you?

Your mom does everything to not make you think about any of these while your father simply ignores it's existence.

Do you have friends? Do they like you? Do you like them? Did you tell them about this? What did they say? Did they tell you about themselves? What did you think? Do you still like them? Do you hate them?

Do you remember yourself anymore? Or are you just a memory to yourself too? 

You said you liked me, but do you hate me?