all the things we claim that will never be ours
places we go leaving more of us than we find
walking through the world with broken hearts
bruised souls
declaring we're fine
we start to believe that too
happiness feels strange
sleep a waste
drama dictates from blue screens
and drowns the reason we are decaying
beneath the layers of fake pretty color
we broke the timeline
we didn't follow the rules
we were too fast
too unloved
too forgotten to matter
just didn't fit in with
identical predictable mannequins
that move with wooden hearts
no one crushed us with love
we were opaque
no one touched us
we are unlovables
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