Don't speak.

Don't move.

Don't sense.

Do nothing.

Everything in the world is still,

Too still.

I check outside,

and all I see is you.

We are the only two people in the world.

But you don't see it.

You see everybody.

You live in happiness,

whilst I drown in your presence,

pretending you do love me,

although I know you don't.

The End

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