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between you and me,
my laughter may have filled the silence,
and your awkward smile my heart,
but there was always
this someone, something, somewhere,
robbing this secrecy.

between you and me,
i saw it in your eyes, the flicker of angst,
you definitely saw something in mine,
because your eyes were raiding my heart,
searching for answers,
which my lips would never speak.
because there was always something, somewhere someone,
hinting this deceitfully

between you and me,
i wish we had a bitter confrontation,
with your lies biting into my soul,
and mine tearing you apart,
than this blanket of tasteless pretentious silence,
that this somewhere, someone, something,
hides so brilliantly.

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