Truth
You don’t really love me, you
never truly did.
You still love her, after what she did.
She hurt you so deeply, so much I couldn’t
heal.
I left you soon enough, hurt you further
still.
I felt so guilty then, I cried myself to sleep.
But you didn’t really love me; I’d fallen in
so deep.
Now nothing can I do, I finally know the
truth.
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