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Self Denial
I am walking.
No, running.
Where am I?
Who am I?
I feel flushed.
I get sucked in.
The sensation of his body against mine.
I know love.
May turns to September.
Light recedes from eyes.
Emptiness lingers.
Where am I?Walking without seeing.
I nod indifferently.
The path of pain is too easy.
Who am I?
I feel disgusted
Cheap. Surrounded
The stench of the world
overwhelms me.
But I have known love.