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February 12, 2009
I knew it was – your lips formed her name at any opportunity. Tossed off the tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It wasn’t. It rankled with me. You spoke the name and I heard everything that lay beneath it; all the feeling you hoped you’d suppressed and buried in that word. You made me question myself and doubt what I held to be true above all else. You made me bite my lip and curl up small; as small as I could be. You made me look for lies in you and find them.