I see through your masquerade, and you seem to believe you have me fooled…I realize your deceit in a beautiful way and continuing to smile I torture myself with your lies…though I know what may become of this, undeveloped anger is my issue…how passionate for you I have become, an unfortunate establishment of non-mutual feelings. Pain in such a rare and adoring position, and yet seeing your face relieves me of these emotions…
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