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If you knew how it was affecting me or that it was affecting me at all. why didn't you bring it up? why didn't you tell me? You've known this whole time and you couldn't just ask? I knew it was off, this whole thing is off. It always has been right from the start. And you're still lying. I wish you'd just tell me the truth. I wish I didn't have to pry it out of you, like a clam harbouring a rotten pearl. I want the whole truth all at once not in little snippets. I'm sick of putting clues together I don't care if it rips me apart, I don't care if it makes me hate you, I don't care if i'm wrong, I don't care if i'm right, I just wish you'd tell me. And I wish I didn't fall for this every time. You're so good at pretending, I'm stuck in what to believe. You sound so heartfelt and sincere, It gets me every single time. I know deep down it's a facade and deeper, I know it always has been.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
Milksop
If you knew how it was affecting me or that it was affecting me at all. why didn't you bring it up? why didn't you tell me? You've known this whole time and you couldn't just ask? I knew it was off, this whole thing is off. It always has been right from the start. And you're still lying. I wish you'd just tell me the truth. I wish I didn't have to pry it out of you, like a clam harbouring a rotten pearl. I want the whole truth all at once not in little snippets. I'm sick of putting clues together I don't care if it rips me apart, I don't care if it makes me hate you, I don't care if i'm wrong, I don't care if i'm right, I just wish you'd tell me. And I wish I didn't fall for this every time. You're so good at pretending, I'm stuck in what to believe. You sound so heartfelt and sincere, It gets me every single time. I know deep down it's a facade and deeper, I know it always has been.
I wish it wasn't true I wish i wasn't right
Need44
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26/SOHO NYC
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
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