Don't even try.
I see her.
I see it perfectly.
Don't even ask.
I see her clothes.
I see her hair.
I see her shoes.
I see it all.
Don't tell me.
Don't ask.
I don't care.
I don't even care.
My clothes.
My hair.
My shoes.
Seeing it all on another.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm through with asking, through with waiting.
I don't care.
She can pretend. She can try.
Whatever.
Let her get away with it.
She still isn't me.
It's not like that
It never was.
I see it perfectly.
Don't even ask.
I see her clothes.
I see her hair.
I see her shoes.
I see it all.
Don't tell me.
Don't ask.
I don't care.
I don't even care.
My clothes.
My hair.
My shoes.
Seeing it all on another.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm through with asking, through with waiting.
I don't care.
She can pretend. She can try.
Whatever.
Let her get away with it.
She still isn't me.
It's not like that
It never was.
Give up.
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I can totally relate to the narrator.
I've been in that position before XD