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Perspective: The Box

Are you mad at me?

You assume that I think I'm better 

Than you? 

The way I look past you?

Over you? 

Through you? 

The way I walk, smile, speak. 

It’s only my training. 

My anxious tendency to move past the moment 

Just a moment quicker than expected. 

A kind person can just be so. 

But maybe your own approach to life reflects onto you 

A complex. 

My quirks, my charm, and quick incidents of embarrassments

Allow you to create your impression of me. 

If that cannot be explained, challenged, or compromised 

Then it is not ever a concern of mine. 

If your heart tells you that I think I am

It may be likely that it’s true.


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