• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 04
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A Character Lament

It didn't matter what I felt.
Nothing would work.
Pale pink or berry lipstick;
Black dress, or perfect jeans;
It didn't matter.
No matter that
I wanted you to know me
Like I knew you,
Inside and out.
I always was,
And always would be lost.
Because you didn't exist;
Your life was written in
Words on a page.