Our thread was broken; individual foot paths continued in its solemn emptiness.
There was no response, and there was no longer an effort or need to try make things work.
Your shadow is tied to the back of my head, yet with silhouette that appears ever so prominently at the tip of my eyes.
A war between pride and want, a battle with the heart and mind, a struggle that is not meant to be.
Don't appear.
It's a mind game.
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