when i think back,
i realise that maybe,
you didn't really love me.
maybe your kind words,
weren't honest.
maybe your laughs,
weren't real.
maybe your malicious jokes,
weren't jokes.
maybe when you hugged me,
you also wanted to hurt me.
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