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I close my eyes

And it’s happening again.

The words

The sounds

The feelings

All remain the same.

I died

The same second

I stopped caring,

Stopped believing

that anyone did.

Cruel justification for an even

greater punishment.

I just smiled

And lied

So easily.

I deserve this

I’m an evil person

Mostly so

Because I pose

as what I am not

Innocent,

Pure,

Good.

I am so far from these

I laugh.

I keep so many secrets

And tell so many lies

Mostly in silence.

I deserve this punishment

And maybe that

is why I

crave it so.