the disconnect

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most of the time it feels like there's a glass wall in between me and everybody i've ever met and no matter what i do i will never be able to break or pass through it but then sometimes someone will walk right through like it's not even there and it feels special and i feel heard and valued until i realize they just have the ability to pass through glass and it's just what they do and eventually they're going to go back to the other side and find another wall to phase through and then i'm kinda just alone here waiting for somebody to clean my glass because i can only clean my side but nobody ever cleans the other side so i'm waiting for somebody to appear with a bottle of windex or maybe a hammer