Five Sentences on the Treacherous Heart

That night you fed me lies and I ate out of your hand.

I knew they were lies, but still, I voluntarily chose to ignore that knowledge.

What is truth, anyway? Anything is true if we believe so and I believed my heart knew how to play this game.

How was I supposed to know my own heart had been plotting against me?

 

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