I invent language.
Only because I can feel everything
About you.
Killing pretend.
Hide and seek.
You notice me.
I don't notice you - failed to care.
I must admit to feel small
Without being in your presence.
This boredom of mine.
I rarely suffer from a broken heart...
Because you do it to me every time.
And the mystery of time,
Rests in the eyes.
Where I was once lost,
Without being found.
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