82. Secondhand

I lived my days
Outside of myself.
I put my book on the shelf,
But my heart pays
For walking out of my shoes.

These were steps
That made no sound.
These were steps
That were unseen.
These were steps
That moved in place.

Living as a shadow.
Living life outside of me.
Living secondary to myself.
Living with a painted eye.

Dying as a person.
Dying life from disconnection.
Dying secondhand to experience.
Dying with a filtered eye.

This is when I live your life
Not knowing where I stand.
My feet not touching the ground.

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