I died for beauty

I died for beauty,
To be seen.
Living a nightmare,
Thinking it a dream.
What is beauty,
That never let's go?
That plants the seed of doubt,
Which inside you does grow.
I died being empty,
Thinking I was full.
Pretending I was seen,
But being invisible.

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