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Your puppy act.

That wonderful look on your face.

Only lies.

Hugs that feel like heaven.

Sometimes I wonder if it's all

just a lie.

I don't trust.

And sometimes I just don't care.

I've come to that point

where I'll look at you

and I can honestly turn away.

I don't have to be all lovey fucking dovey.

The truth will just all go down.

Sometimes I think,

how life would be like if we all say the truth?

So if I say,

I hate you, would you believe me?

No.

You wouldn't.

But I fucking mean it now.

And it's tainted on my heart somehow.

It doesn't go away.

I'm sorry,

but I just don't find you that friendly anymore.