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I don't know you anymore.

The words you spoke to me were inevitably true,
somewhere inside of me, I always knew.
Still believing what you've said before,
knowing what we had will never be restored.
Wishing my reality would be better than my dreams,
still realizing nothing is as easy as it seems.
Just when I thought it was fine,
I broke down, you crossed the line.
Your lies are weak, and so is your love,
you in general I am getting tired of.





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