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Talk to me like I’m not there, And I will disappear. Talk about me, in front of me, a piece of furniture, And I will withdraw, resentful. The glazed look in my eyes will be a shield Against your stupidity. I’m not deaf and I sure am not dumb. I just can’t remember what I ate for breakfast. Tell me a story and I will feel The same passions you do. My feelings have not evaporated with my short-term memory. I am living. I am alive. Talk to me. |