All the things
they say...



They say: “that's you”.
Because they trust on pixels, as simple as that.
They repeat: “that's her”.
And they think they see me because they can recognise me.
They point out: “that's you”.
But I am not there or that or this or here.
They say again: “that's her”.
While I ask myself if they could ever really think me.

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