Literature
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If I wrote your name on a scrap of paper,
then let the wind carry it away,
would it mean you would finally be free?
Free of those words that taunt,
free of the words that lie.
Give me a chance to make this right.
I see myself in your words,
I see myself in your flaws
I've always seen myself in you.
I just couldn't make myself believe it then.
I can see myself in your face,
the fake smile you hide behind.
But I can't see myself in the mirror,
just an empty shell with open eyes,
staring back but not seeing within...
So long I've been angry, but now I can't feel.
So numb in my darkness, so still in the silence,
so content i