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I'm here by your side.
Yet you've never 'opened your eyes'.
You don't seem to notice.
Me, I mean.
I've been imperfect since I was born.
I know that.
But that's life..isn't it?
Nothing's perfect.
I know that.
But you seem to be perfect.
To me, I mean.
You don't seem to know that.
There's no need to think about things like that.
Love is just a lie anyway.
No, it's not.
But it feels like one.
At least, our love does.
We love out of a result of living.
We make promises out of a result of loving.
It results in us trusting.
In each other.
Just waiting to be betrayed.
We live out this lie.
That we call us.
That we call love.
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