Lies

I'm tired of all the lies
getting stabbed in the back one thousand times
would be better than being lied to
to figure out that in the end it meant nothing to you.
How am I supposed to respond to that?
Was I just some entertaining game you needed to spare time?
Why?
My wounds can heal but the scars will never disappear...

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