Your face.
Such a constant reminder of what I loved.
Etched into my memory like a intricately knitted pattern,
now evokes nothing in me.
When I look to it,
for guidance, reassurance,
I am reminded of the strength that I have gained.
No longer do I weep for that face,
to look upon my fallen one.
For I am past that.
That face,
once recognizable in a sea of ones alike,
now blends in with the others, like a faded painting.
That face.......... is now one I despise.
Lol............ Pretty self-contradicting after my previous post, right?
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