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So Many

I told myself,

again and again,

that you weren’t like him.

I looked at your face so long,

with such suspicion,

until it became his,

but I told myself,

again and again,

that I was crazy.

I told myself,

I was sabotaging.

I told myself,

I was paranoid.

I told myself,

I was childish.

I told myself,

so many lies,

but then again,

you told me so many too.

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