A bitter reunion
Love gone cold
A single tear
The story’s told
Pretend to love
Pretend to hate
Pretend to feel
It’s too late
I’ve surrendered and am accepting myself for what I am now.
No longer do I cry for what is lost to me.
I’m hollow inside and feel nothing.
A monster in their eyes.
Unrecognized.
Feared.
Dead.
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