Choosing torment?
After all the lies,
What am I to believe?
I followed only what
I wanted to see.
So now I just see
With my eyes,
Not what I read.
Deep inside,
I know our hearts
Do not lie.
Deep inside I know
He's playing
With his own mind,
And mine.
poem by Harriet James
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