Pretend to feel no pain,
as my heart is ripped from my chest
and no one knows.
It's all a game,
and I always lose;
I always lose everything.
Bearing the Cloak of Invisibility
was once my dream,
but now it is my sorrow.
I am a rock,
stong and enduring,
steadfast and powerful.
I am steady, steady, steady...
Steadily unloved.
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