She Looks at me as if She hasn't seen me in years.
She hugs me as if I'm imaginary,
That friend she has that no one could see
In substantial, a figment
as if the only way for me to exist is but in a figurative sense,
I am imaginary because apparently there is no way that a man like me could really exist,
Could actually be real.
It's gone that far, the ways to describe a noble man has changed,
The adjectives that once held strong gave way to a lack of faith.
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