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You were right
I knew you were and my lies have all been selfish and those lies have all but died but the secrets are what I'm left with I see your face, your trusting face and the mask I forced upon it It says you love and you forgive but it reads "You fucked me and you know it!" and I can't believe the deciet we weave one word, one silk, one strand you hurt me more, so I hurt you worse and the hurt is all we have but you got fucked and I got fucked will it ever matter who got even so I stood down, and you stood down and the silence is what we're left with.
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