Truth
Why?
Why do you torture me so?
Do you like the taste of those bitter words on your lips?
Or do you just like the crunch it makes when you step on a soul?
Why?
Why are you so happy?
Are those friends of yours thinking you speak the truth?
Or are they just blind to your lies?
Why?
Why don’t you hear me?
How can you ignore my screaming?
How can you just stand there and pretend I don’t exist?
I don’t exist.
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