If he lied to me, he lied to her. Not kind little white lies. Big Big Lies.
And she probably lied to him, given her dysfunctional approach to a meaningful life.
What she thought was real, wasn't.
What she thought she could have, she couldn't.
What she thought he was saying, he wasn't
What she perceived him to be, he wasn't.
What she thinks she is, she isn't.
What she thinks of his life with me, it isn't
A life built on the futile lies of another liar.
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