In the end you deserted me
how inaccurate 'always and forever' really was
i still wear those lies - i cannot let go
you haunt my thoughts
i compare others to your imperfections
and you still consume me!
I want to be free
this anger and sadness confuses me
but it feeds me, and giving in
would mean setting you free
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