One half of me believes that you'd stay.
It believes that you care about me.
That you're in it; both of your feet in the boat and you're ready to sail.
That of course you meant everything you said; because words have meaning.
Another half of me just can't wait for you to go.
It's hanging by a thread, knowing that it'll happen eventually.
That you'll leave; you have one foot out of the boat already.
That you never meant anything you said; because lies just sound better and that's all they were.
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