LI

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He always told me
That he was alone
Like the first piece of
Bread

He always told me
That
He
Love me
He always told me
Things
I thought were
Lies .
'cause the lack of
Words
And information
Put my brain
In paranoia .

I always told him
That I loved him
Like the first piece
Of bread .

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