I can barely feel the heat on my face but my body is too warm

I wonder why we continue this way when there’s nothing more

I remember how it feels to be completely invisible

The desperate scrambling

For no good reason.

No you don’t

He doesn’t care.

There’s no struggling from your fate.

You’ll come back to this place.

You’ll make the same fucking mistakes.

You fail to even make him smile

You fail to even draw his eye

You’re nothing

You’ll continue to be nothing

You’ll continue just like I do

Pretending being here is worth it

Pretending that he ever saw you

Pretending to be real.

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