Lie
I have been living a lie
My parents love me.
My dad is a pastor.
I live like I have no problems
l flex on all my friends
they don't have as much
as I do.
there hurting.
I laugh.
but really my heart is full of
death and burning hell
unconceivable sins
and my obsession with demons
and Lucifer himself.
I've been living a lie.
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