Lies.
I believe the lies, why?
Not because I lie, nor have I gained wisdom from the wise.
I believe the lies based on what I've seen with my eyes.
What have I seen? Come as see, take a trip with me! Shall we?
B̷̢͇̳̰̖͈͉̊͑̄͂̆͊̐͘ȅ̶͉̠̩̻̦̇͂̓́͊́͛͆̚t̟͚̦̣̣͑̀͌͋̎̊̀̔̕ř̶̨̹̲̜͕͓͔̰͒̆͋̃̅̉̌̕͡ą̴̨̧̛̛͍̥͓̜͕͐̀̓͆̂͂̕͢͡y̨͉̻͕̆̋̆̓͂̉͢l̻̱̠̻̳̹̅̎͋̀̈
Lies
Ḩ̵̡̧̛͖̥̹̤͑͋͒̊̚͘͠ͅu̸̢̫̖̙̩̽̓̓̑̏͗͝ͅr̨̺̺̭̩͎̫͖͉̽̾̌̇̐̑̄́̄͜t̶̩͔̮̦͓̍̒̄̊̅
Alone
You once believed everyone loved you, what a fool you were, what a fool indeed to believe; moreover, to believe they needed you.
You thought they'd defend, but they abandoned you in the end.
Don't hold on, they've moved on.
So what does it matter in the end?
They come they go, but my emotions are not so quick to leave me, no.
I attach, I latch, then I must exit through my handy escape hatch!
An escape to a new place and a new hope once the past has been destroyed by reality.
Is it so wrong to want them to care back, when all you did was be there for how many years flat?
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Unconditional, conditional love
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