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Self-Extraction
I knew not where my feet were leading me
The worn shoes I dragged along watched me bleed
But I kept moving forward to crystalize
My process of thought, to rationalize
But I could not face my own lies
I had to see your face, look into your eyes
I walked to your doorstep in the middle of the night
A sign read, "Beware," but, of course, I didn't care
I watched you rise from your soiled chair
The darkness of mine was nothing compared
To the lack of light in your eyes
I might’ve cried, but I didn’t
Instead, I slightly died
I pretended to care for you not
Picked a flower petal and called the shot
But I knew in my heart what I sincerely felt
So I buried it deeper
And I locked myself out
You, I did not remember
The same house, the same air, window and chair
Your face was familiar
I once knew your face, now a blank place
Far from unchanged
I couldn’t pinpoint it, what you’d erased
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