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apathetic.
magic tumbled from his lips as he spoke of love filled promises,
dreaming of the day he'd feel.
empty, he was, the hollowness of his eyes prominent.
he kept his apathy concealed under a veil,
making them believe he felt the opposite.
death, to him, seemed almost.. ideal.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 7:15 pm
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