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I made an image
An ideal in my head
A fantasy I could aspire to
I created it myself
To fill my bored hours.
A dream to fantasize about
Something to think about
Something to feel
So I could try to deny and avoid
Thank i don’t.
Not for you
Not for myself
Not for anything.
There used to be a person here
Now she’s a black hole.