and grabbed ahold of solitude,
attempting to feel nothing at all.
imprisoned by tasks.
minimal accomplishments
satisfying false desires.
the scars that cushion our soul
make it hard to recognize the beauty in this pain.
if it was veritable,
if it was reciprocated,
if we were present in each moment,
the experience should still incite a smile.
it should forever remind us of love...
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