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[anfarati]

I feel like a disgrace when your eyes fall upon me.
I remember how I used to feel.
I remember how you used to feel.
My mind lingers on betrayel, resentment, loss
but it all seems for naught
Are you dying inside?
Do you long for the whispery touch in the middle of the night?
Who cares for you when you are sick, frail to the touch?
Who cries late at night for you?
Do you even know?

I think I started feeling again.
I'm not sure, though.