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You do nothing but hurt me.

Do nothing but kill my soul.

Everyday it’s the same.

I wake, only to face a broken record.

My heart breaks with every painful word.

But you refuse to see it.

You make excuses not to open your eyes.

You’re just avoiding the truth.

And avoiding what’s real.

You live in your little fantasy.

You’re trapped inside the bubble of lies you’ve been fed.

Tears pour down your face, yet your heart remains unfazed.

I shed not a tear, but I know I will never feel the same.

Why must you pretend?

Why must you say things you don’t mean?

You touch me and you feel nothing but the pressure of the embrace.

Why must you lie and use empty words?

Why are you so shallow?

Words are meaningless when they come from your mouth.

You don’t feel.

You’ve put on blinders.

You’re numb to it all.

You’re already dead.