Driftwood
At this point I don't care about anything
Realization hit me like a wave in my face
knocking me down and leaving me lost at sea
I cannot help but feel like a piece of driftwood,
an inanimate object unable to feel any emotion
for you have thrown me out like some sort of trash
but I realize that I meant nothing to you, I only thought
just like I thought you loved me,
or believed you when you said you did
but your words are worthless
their meanings revoked
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