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Promises made,
promises broken. Never understanding, never knowing the truth. Cracks in my armor give me away. My heart breaks a little more, each time you break a promise. I can't see the lie, I continue to hope but you see right through, into the very core of me. You know how to trick me, how to always get your way. But it can't last forever, I can only stand so much. One day, I will fall apart. One too many promises will someday break my heart beyond the repair of promises.
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