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The storm inside,
where thoughts do hide,
and I do deny,
with lack of pride.

This mess endured,
from a heart not cured,
as he ensured,
his love was not flawed.

But now it's faint cries,
and silent goodbyes,
while wielding white lies,
that all will be fine.

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