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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