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Guilty Conscience
The guilt is killing me. I'm dying inside.
I can't tell you what's wrong or you'll know my secret.
My secret will kill you. We will never be the same.
The lies, I hate this.I hate lying to you.
I know you see through them,you must,your not stupid
How did this happen? How and why did I allow this to happen?
Was it the words he said or the way his words made me feel?
Was it the attention he gave me that you stopped giving?
Maybe a combination of it all?
I hate this person I have become
I can't tell you what's wrong or you'll know my secret.
My secret will kill you. We will never be the same.
The lies, I hate this.I hate lying to you.
I know you see through them,you must,your not stupid
How did this happen? How and why did I allow this to happen?
Was it the words he said or the way his words made me feel?
Was it the attention he gave me that you stopped giving?
Maybe a combination of it all?
I hate this person I have become
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