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All these buckets of fake pain,

how could you say i lied?

i've heard enough about the same

dame who disguised her hate to tried,

i am the same i always was,

isn't that spectacular? or simply

uninteresting cause there are flaws,

not noticed like a High Schooler that's pimply,

can you truly forget so easily?

many questions i wish to ask,

must they all seem so sleazy?

traveling down the same dirt path,

what were we both thinking?

in the end i thought you strange,

as slow as the Titanic sinking,

you say you simply changed.