Mannequin 

Death has no bounds. It either makes you the living-dead or dead who lived. When you let life’s mishaps take control of you, you’re the living-dead. 

You think withdrawing yourself from people will make it all better when really it won’t. You say life’s made you that way when really it’s you. You had a choice. 

You’re no different from a mannequin. You say you hate them but you’re one of them. Funny how you say you love yourself then. Sad that you throw away your own happiness.  

You can’t have demons within you if you’re your own greatest tragedy. I never thought I’d dance with the devil. Then I met you. 

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