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You can always see through to me, but when I look back I am lost. Do you remember those times when we said one thing and meant another? How much longer can you hide behind that one-way mirror? We told stories to each other. But we never said the truth. We just sat there, lying. I hate it when you hide behind your words; it makes me sick. Just say it. Your words are a mirage of lies.