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Someone's looking at you, right now. They're no where around you by any means, and if you look, you won't see them. You can't. You wouldn't know how to. They're looking at you, judging you, wondering why you're such an idiot, and why you don't do something other than what you're doing, what you've done, or what you're about to do. They're a lot like you. The difference between you is in days, days neither of you could count. Days in which neither of you existed because you decided not to. They're looking at you and their eyes are closed. They don't need to look, they know what they'll see. They don't like it. Sometimes they stop you, but it's