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Hurt, I stare back at the blank faces before me.
No expressions, no reasons.
They're not people, they're fake.
No feeling, no believing.
They're not alive, they're heartless.

I say something funny, they look at me.
Eyes wide open, never change shape.
Broken, I cry.
They all smile, laugh at my pain.
Hurt I am, their souless shame.
How could they, I loved them.
They've changed.
Sometimes things are better off their own way.