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Feb 2017
My heart ran cold
When you talked about visiting.
Happiness, reality.
I choked
Realising that I couldn't
Give you a thing.
To act human,
To show warmth. To be natural.
To smile, act confident —
I have forgotten how.
Upon loving you,
I could only disappoint.
Inspired by a conversation today and the art of Ben Skinner.
mrmonst3r
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mrmonst3r
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