One can pretend to stop caring,
But it doesn't actually stop.
It seeps through the cracks,
It oozes.
One can pretend to stop missing,
But the loneliness doesn't leave you,
It forges it's way through,
It still makes you hurt.
One can pretend to stop wanting,
But the needing doesn't end,
It keeps spreading it's tentacles,
It still makes you reach out.
One can pretend to stop loving,
But the heart hurts,
The words might reject,
But the heart knows the truth,
It makes you cling on.
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