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The ground is cold,
but I claim it’s warm.
She shot me before,
but I say it didn’t happen at all.
“It was years ago!” I think, “I’m fine by now!”
But the wound that never closes
plays a different sound.
I say I’m fine as always,
ignoring my own fall.
But the wound that continues to bleed,
knows it’s not true at all.
I see the end coming,
the cold ground stained red.
And all I can do is deny it,
and say it’s all in my head.