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How does he know? What gives him the right to say such things about it? He's ignorant, as are so many. This lie is sealed in my fate, in my hands, in me. I can't let it go. It's not a lie I keep. It's a lie that he breaks. I knew not of him. He was an actor on the stage. I was the girl in the seat, and he performed every night for me. What happens when he changes into another person? Himself? He makes the lie. Breaks me. Get away from me. Get away from this lie. You know not of whom you speak of. Leave me on this bed of thorns. You can keep your ignorant state of bliss.