The world is really small.
You can tell me different stories.
But you have been lying to me since we know each other.
I knew every single truth from my circle of friends.
I just keep it to myself. Pretending nothing.
The feeling is not good at all.
I really don't understand the purpose for you to lie.
I wonder how many things you're still hiding from me.
Life is just. EW
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