I dreamed about you last night.
Was it you who haunted me? Or was it you who shaped up my curiosity into a new level?
Meeting you in the depths of my own despair made me realize lots of things that i needed to decipher and consider.
Was it you who told me to tell a tale about the stupidest things that you have ever done in your life?
You haunted me in a way that i can even considered biting my tongue along the way.
Because, you made me believe that everything was fine, like before.
So i had to act like everything indeed is fine, even though it's not.
For you, pretending is easy, acting like nothing happened is easy.
You imagined it like: "Damn, i really make it look easy."
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PERSONA
Poetry"different faces, but shares the same perspective that no one knows about." START: 03/20/2024 END: TBA
