it does not really
matter if i do not matter
to you,
though i still care if you
are in pain too,
we had always been detached
like candy wrappers,
my sweetness to your blandness
my kindness to your indifference
it does not matter if
i do not matter for i have
declared before this mirror,
that i, matter, that i have
this mind, this mind, that
to me, thru its independence,
still matters much. When it
is over, that is how i begin.
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