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Lies


just one little cut Just one is enough Squeeze it and gasp as the blood bubbles up You take the steel blade Drag it on your skin Pushing it deeper, again and again You're hysteric, crying You dont know why It makes you feel better Or is that another lie? Lies are everywhere. They wont stop. Even when they find kids hung with a rope. Or in a river, below a bridge Or with bubbles and pills in their throat and spit The lies wont stop They wont see their harm Not even when people take their lives; the lies wont ever learn. People wont learn. Its not always better.
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