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So you think that I'm emotionless and that I never loved you?

I never lied, not once, not ever.

And as I write these words I remember how you called me cold.

I'm not. I love you.

It's not my fault if I seem so solid and take pictures of my depressed state.

I burnt your pictures and your letters,

And as they turned to ash before my eyes your memories fade to black.

I watched your face curl and the paper peel,

And I cried.

I never saw you cry.

You never cried.

I'd rather you had never known my face.



And you never complained when I got undressed...