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If it's all the same,
I'd like my heart back
I hated
What I thought
I became, but you lied

I loved
Who I thought
I could be and I tried

But I hated
Everything about you
That I couldn't be, then I cried

I loved
Who I thought
You were, but *
you died
Sometimes you die in people's eyes when they learn the truth of your lies.
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