You have no heart, and neither did I have a mind, to once give you mine.
The heart's capable of such deception it overwhelms and reduces me to a snivelling puddle of tears even a couple of days post-discovery.
Deceit, Betrayal, Infidelity cuts deeper than the sharpest knife, and though it doesn't show, the wound's bleeding, hurting more than you can ever conceive.
But guess what? After the curtains fall, and the truth comes to light, I'm still in love with you.
The first betrayal is the hardest.
The first cut is the deepest.
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