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I wanted to believe…I really did.

That I was enough

Prized at an exceptional value no one could risk losing

I pretended that the truth was just a placid translucent dry marker

In which my false sense of reality obtained the magic eraser.

I made believe that the screaming secrecy was a form of my wild imagination

That once again I had hallowed the simple truth into a world wide fable.

As the sometimes practical self temporarily evades reality, being most times,

I thought that it was finally my time for the happily ever after.

All the self inflicted pain subdued over a lifetime, coming to an end.

Actually believing the words spoken

Syllable for syllable

Were spoken for me from the heart

Your heart.

I remain broken and left with the burn

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