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this is how things are seen in my eyes

No thoughts, no actions;
Blank and empty words;
Looking around at the ones who may later be seen in life;
Maybe even become close with;
Little look back, but those who do stare, stare without thought and emotion;
Witnessing the blind stares, listening without sound, seeing the parlyzed motions;
As days, slowly life in those individuals seem lifeless, wasting away seen without the trained eye.