Illusions

Nights of splendorous illusions
Days of plain reality
Are what balance this sweet life
Despite our harsh realities
We live with idealistic illusions
What a beautiful facade 
You told me you loved me
What you did was hurt me
My problem was to have loved you
I told you I did not love you
Filled with pride I lied 
And I continue my life with lies
because of the deceit

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