It all became clear.
The very moment the words were uttered.
It was a ruse, a masked tale of two faces.
You love me.
You hate me.
You want to kill me.
Nothing is worse than a battle inside one’s mind.
We’ve loved.
We’ve fought.
We’ve made up.
One single-paled finger pressed into your chest and it surfaces all of our regrets.
We’ve become mere strangers, pawns to this bigoted test.
You’ve failed and your true self revealed.
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