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Hope to be the dancer
Bag of meat
Actuality
Reality
What's the difference?

Keep up this charade
Tell your secrets
Say you're naked
When you're nothing
Without whatever
Belongs below the waist
The waste
The taste of nothing
Is so loud.
ANA
she didn't sleep,
but she was never woke.

many words,
but never spoke.

never laughed,
nor cried.

never spoke the truth,
but didn't lie.

she had confidence,
yet many insecurities.

always sinned,
but full of so much purity.

she was everything and nothing all at once.
You said you loved me

Then you laughed

Ever since then I knew,

you didn't mean that...

— The End —