Photograph
I sent a picture of myself with no text as an acknowledgment to our conversation.
My features just existing,
my eyes empty,
a slight red flush to my cheeks as my only sign of life.
To me, I look miserable,
I can't even fake a smile,
I feel like a void.
And instead of recognizing it,
you saved the image because you thought
I looked pretty.
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