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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