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Deep breath, Face the wall. Grip on to something, Prove it's real.Silence waits for a reply, Mouth refuses to oblige. Can't face facts, Not anymore.It used to hurt, The first few times. Denial of everything, Again.Lines start to blend, Of what's normal and not. A heart barely beats, Eyes never cry.Comes, goes, Life stays the same. Feigned feelings, Make believe.A little girl, But older now. No longer weeps Or feels at all.