Pretending To Be
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Talking with the pool players, laughing, smiling,
pretending to be alive and well.
Inside, I have already died, left without a word
and no one can even tell the difference.
Only a shell is present, no feelings felt, no
interest in anything about.
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