I do not exist.
You see me in the hallways
I smile at you and wave,
and when you go home that night
you may think of me
you may wonder what it's like to know me
(please don't)
But when I go home and finish my homework
and converse with my mother,
maybe even talk to my sister.
In the end, when I peel off my clothes
I am nothing
There is nothing there
I do not exist.
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