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I woke up to face a face,

That I thought would fade,

If I closed my eyes and let it die,

How cruel and unkind,

To leave me like this,

So unjustified.



Alone inside the crowd,

Sticking out like a thorn,

amongst a bed of roses,

Try to shake off all this soil,

From which they all recoil,

They can dismiss me,

But I cannot get away.



Indulging in my hallucinations,

They’re all I have that lasts,

All these places, faces,

Can never mean that much to me,

When a lead weight weighs me down,

And pulls me to the ground.



Absorbed inside a vapid wasteland,

Wave goodbye to the best of me,

As I’m slowly dying from inside out,

Waiting for everything to hollow me out,

Stuck inside a shape that spits,

And lives in me, like an abyss.