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tags = ["JR"]
date = "2022-06-21T12:00:00.000Z"
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title = "True Lies"
description = "*adj.*: false; not truthful"
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I lied for her. And that was fine.
Couldn't tell her friends. They hate me. I empathise.
I lied to her. And that was the end of all things.
I never should have. I did. And I don't even remember.
I wish I could remember. The good. The bad. And the fake.
Everyone else knows more about me than I do.
Why did I think it would be fine?