I was at my best; that's what I wanted you to see. You were like a reflection, showing the same thing back to me.
When we play a part, right from the start, are they real emotions or just lies from a fictional heart?
Somehow we kept this charade like a masquerade; Our "love" turned out to be our greatest facade.
We played the part so well that we began to believe, until we saw that a fictional heart cannot beat.
Nor can it bleed, hurt or feel... It's shattered now but there's nothing to heal.
Except pain; that's the one thing that did remain - The pain my intrinsic heart feels as it begins to beat again.
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