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Not of the living

I was once a man like you.
A man with emotions and
even a capacity for love.
Then I destroyed myself...
What remains is this shell.
This sad, lonesome ghost.
But no one seems to notice.
Seeing only the outside
they don't realize I am not
alive.
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