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I dread seeing the face of someone I used to care for
I fear that all the happiness will flood back,
and then turn into deep longing that can't be shaken for days
Weeks, maybe
But I did see his face,
and I felt nothing
Except deep loathing
because I realized the person in front of me was not the same person I used to care for,
that supposedly cared for me
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