She affects
worthy passions
of notable persons;
cans and
calls
them hers.
The insight is lost,
blurred with emptiness;
awake but
hardly
thriving.
I know she survives
without lingering glances.
She feels because
everyone else is
feeling.
Walking away,
she's left me
in contention.
The smile is pretense;
but she thinks
this is happiness.
Author notes
This is not about me.
It's about someone I once knew.
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Wonderful expression and phrasing, great work
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