She promised
me a
little lie.
"We'll be
happy together,"
she said.
But how
could I
believe her
when her
rusted knife
is kissing
my throat?
She smiled,
I force
myself to.
"I love
you," she
continued on.
"I hope
you love
me too."
And so,
I promised
her a
little lie
as well.
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