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Happy Lies


 

A motivational and cheerful friend,

She will support me ‘till the very end.

For when spirit is low and stakes are high,

She assures me celebrations are nigh.

 

But when I fail and finally break down,

I plummet and sink, beginning to drown.

Spinning and whirling and gasping for breath,

She abates my fear, leads me to my death.

 

I shouldn’t have listened, relaxed so soon.

Should have kicked my feet longer, faced my doom.

 

And now if I abandon Hope forever,

I’ll spring back from the pull of our hidden tether.

So knowing these limits I’ve tried to be wise

and forbid my ears from Her happy lies.

 

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