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I won’t lie, nothing hurts more than to realize
Your absence makes you happy, as you lose inches off your thighs
But it tortures me to the bone. I’m not good with goodbyes.
I can smile, I can fool anyone unwise
But when you’re back, will I improvise?
Or will you taste the lies?
Don’t punish me for my failed disguise
Pain is not a crime.
