That's the thing about Love,
And affection.
Your soul craves so much for it
You fake.
And you fake
Until you perceive the attention
And love
You crave for.
Your soul deserves.
Afterall,
Doesn't being original cost everything
These days?
And you'd swear by the odds,
To be yourself always.
Ah! Ironically chosen,
Indeed.
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