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The Observer's Curse

I see the beauty around me that others can't believe
I notice the meaning behind soft written books, the poetry turned to pages
I notice the way the earth turns when you lock onto clouds
I notice the sweet love that exists in old age
I notice untouched areas people walk by everyday
I see the beauty in everything but me
I notice the flaws sticking out of my skin
I notice my back and how it looks in a fit
I notice my hands and the raw skin around it
I notice my nose and the bump from the side where it sits
I wish I didn't notice
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