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Everyday,

I get a little more burned down.

The unfaithfulness,

Makes patronizing bitter sounds.

I can feel everything slipping away,

And yesterday wasn't at all like today.

My worst fear is being alone,

The secretiveness is just one more stepping stone.

I had a soiled secret I promised myself I'd never tell,

Because damaged goods don't sell.

But I destroyed that promise and I got uncomforting stares,

And once again nobody cares..