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accusations
Where did you go?
Who all went?
Untrusting...
Asking questions as a policeman would.
Interogating...
Curiosity fills my thoughts.
Was there another woman involved?
Am I just paranoid?
Why when we love, we can't trust?
Why when we trust, we can't love?
So anxious to believe your version of the truth.
Strangely,
wanting to hear lies
just to deviously catch on.
Just to prove I am not paranoid.
Just to feel secure in my accusations.
