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Consistency.

How silly of me to think I’d found
A truly different you
To think that I had come to know
something special, something new.

I held my heart, my guard was up
But somehow you broke through
You held me close and let me cry
when I didn’t know what to do.

You made me think that you had changed,
or that you would for me.
But the only thing that hasn’t changed
is your consistency.

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