Reality

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It's not that I love you,

It's not that I want to,

It's the way you are,

The way you cover your scars,

The facade you pull,

Is what made me a fool.

I'm tired of the lies,

Is that a big surprise?

In the end,

You weren't even a friend.

Too bad.

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