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Its sad that I let you get the best of me. Hey I want this. Please stop lying to me. Im realizing more and more that I make you into this thing I want you to be. And I convince myself that's who you are. But you aren't that at all. Sadly, I would rather deceive myself than face the truth. You know what that makes me? Weak. No one likes a weak girl. So I guess as I lie to myself you lie to me too? What fits better together than two liars? Maybe we are perfect for each other. That or a disaster.