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My feelings I threw into a box, too big for me. So I created a mask, made of all the tears I've shed. I know I know  how cliche that sounds. You asked, you asked “Are you ok?” But you didn't want an answer. Instead you wanted to be smiled at, and say in a plastic voice “I’m fine, you?” Because you wanted to talk about yourself. The feelings you had were apparently superior to mine. Apparently I am just here as a blank slot. To be played and then left because I ‘gave nothing’. The time limit for you to care lasts a minute, and then you’re off. “This ‘you’ isn't the person t