[ i've never been more of a goddamn liar ]

i've never been more of a goddamn liar
than when i'm begging you: be honest.
i can take it. i won't be resentful.
i won't hold it against you, i promise.
so the only thing i hear these days
is: get off your fucking knees;
but i don't know how, and you won't say,
and the next step forward is so damn far away.

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