Behind these lies

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Tell me, silently, That you never loved me; easy. What a lie you sang.  
Can’t we find love in our selves  Without worrying what others  Think about us?  We are told that there  Is always an enemy amongst us,  But they never for once said it will be yourself. 
Hello? Hello? If you must go Tell me where I'll send you letters  "please don't be scared" How can I not be scared if you leave me alone This isn't a nightmare I can just wake up from
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