afia khalia

Looking at a picture of me, I can't help but to see a stranger. A stranger that I am very interested in getting to know. I see her and she's beautiful, yet I am not her and she is not me. She is the body that I wear when I want to be seen. The face that I use to reflect on and off of. But she is not me, I am something more! I am at best description formless. I can come and go as I please! She is but a slave to me. Something I use to experience things in different ways. At best! a game I play to entertain myself. The worker I use to do chores and explore!!! I am pretty good to her so she shud consider herself lucky! I protect her from things she dont even see. I make her feel things to keep her with me, like emotions... she looks for signs from me to tell her what she shud do or not do. She is strong, but I am stronger!!! She is! becuz I am!

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