In moments of weakness I say what I don't want out,
Then fear and paranoia of what will be said about.
You promise no one will ever know what was said,
But your promises to me are now dead.
You told almost right after my confession,
Your word is full of lies and deception.
I now fear I may be treated,
My love of live possibly defeated.
Finding ways to enjoy what I have left as mine,
Saying it but not meaning the words I'm fine.
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If only you would arrange it differently, for it verily appears you are utilizing end-rhyming, except you need to break up the lines to get the effect. It is an excellent depiction of being distraught. A very horrible condition, the way you've depicted it. Very distressing and helpless, driving one mad. How many suffer this....calmly saying when asked, "Oh, I'm fine."?
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