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Apr 2020
If my love for you is a lie,

I am prepared to lieΒ until theΒ end of time

You ask for love but hate yourself

You anger when I try to help

You say you love me and I love you too,

Yet you call me a liar when I show you truth

An act of kindness you call a ruse,

yet you cannot quit yourself abuse



maybe

I should learn to love myself.
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