Unseen
Who am I now,
Who was I then.
I was as quiet as a cats 'meow',
But now I just use my pen.
I know more about me,
I think you do too.
When I write I can see
Truly you are untrue
I am not alone
just because I am Asexual,
When did I use my phone
to stop being emotional?
I am dying to be clean-
I am dying because I am mean.
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