there was a time
when you are so in love
but you did nothing
there was that time
when someone was so in love
with you
doing everything and yet
just the same you
did nothing
it was more of letting things
be, letting people be,
letting all come and go
on the basic premise of
numbness
you do not mind, you have
nothing to do with everyone
with everything
i envy you, you are perfect
to me, you are never wounded
firm stone, nothing to do with
rain or shine
i envy you, so unlike me:
wounded, and bitter.
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