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And

I'm just a silly soul,
watching the world through a veil,
because I can't bear reality.

And I know I'm not real,
even in front of you
I don't feel, I don't think,
I'm just a bunch of pixels.

And I know I'm losing strength,
trying to hold onto some past dream,
me against an army.

And my reflection is distorted
in my mirror:
eyes too big,
too much hot, salty water
coming out of them;
mouth too red,
but not with the blood
that filled my lungs;
cheeks too hollow,
result of endless nights
spent trying.

And I lost you
and myself
trying to keep us alive.
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