Hollow, dead, and dried up,

I feel sympathy for the deceased,

For they need not feel.

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I made no mistake

And I saw it for what it was;

Letting go was too easy.

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Am I encountering an

Illusion, seeing what I wish to see?

I do really feel happy…

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Is it supposed to hurt?

I feel glee, though it's empty.

What do you make of it?

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It’s like the emotion I once had

Went with you, detached

From my heart…

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And now I’m left only with the scar.