I don't panic to decide what I know
to be true or not anymore.
I know you.
You lie.
And I have lied
to myself
coming up with excuses
for you.
Now the lies numb me.
Your lies and I, we are acquaintances.
What haunts me is that you love me,
that is not a lie.
But how can you lie to the ones you
love?
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