In twilight’s hush, where shadows blend,
Some hearts grow still, their warmth descends.
A mask they wear, so smooth, so bright,
Concealing voids that shun the light.
Their eyes, untroubled by the cost,
See pain, yet feel no pang, no loss.
With measured steps they coldly tread,
Where empathy lies long since dead.
But far across this mortal plane,
Others defy the self’s refrain.
Their...
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