I must go,
but to fight
is more than a reflection,
its a state of mine about growing up.
I may have my imperfections,
I know I'm a weak person
but I can't stand the way
you twist the reality.
My writings are my truths.
Some of the lies are manipulated.
Never, did I once lie to you,
but you've been caught in the lie multiple times.
How will this love flourish?
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