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You lied more than you loved

You came to me armed with honeyed voice, and sweet words, and I couldn’t help but fell for it. But lies after lies, and your once sweet words now taste stale on my lips and bitter on my heart. I should have realized that a long time ago, the devil came to Eve armed with just a serpent tongue, speaking words laced with honey coated lies, and the whole world suffered when she fell for it, the same way I suffered when I fell for you. Love, you were my secret sin, my own bittersweet destruction. I cradled you for so long, but not anymore.

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