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May 2018
Maybe I knew the day would come
Maybe I didn't know
Maybe I didn't want to think about it
Because that would be accepting the reality
And reality is pathetic
And reality hurts
And I don't want pain
I feel enough of that
So instead I enjoy illusions
And fantasies
Or maybe they're just called lies
The lie that you really care
The lie that you're going to get better
The lie that you want help
The lie that you would never leave
The lie that you loved me
That's what you said
But in the end
The truth is always revealed
Naomi
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Naomi  20/F
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