I believed the lies...
Love is a lie, a cruel facade,
Hope is a hole, where dreams corrode.
Trust is the trap, my spirit bound,
Family is fake, on hollow ground.
Hatred is home, a bitter sting,
Abandoned fate, the song I sing.
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