why.

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i remember the day.
the day you told me,
those three words.

"i love you."

at first,
i was so happy.
but, when those words left your mouth,
i wanted to believe them.
so fucking bad.

the moment i looked into your eyes,
instead of love, and
endearment.

all i saw,
was a pair of eyes, that showed you've
never told me anything.
a pair of eyes, that were full
of lies.

why?
was there a mistake that i've done?

please, tell me dear...

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