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 WALKING LIE   I am a walking lie. Cursed at birth until I die. Nothing true, Nothing real. Love, affection I cannot feel. All my life has been untrue. The words or the motions that I do.
I'd appreciate not being lied to Or made a fool of. I'd have sch joy, I'd pick all theflowers and plant them where rivers had fell down my cheeks. I'd share a dance with the rain
What is it to be the one Who watches their world fall apart before their eyes? What is it to be innocent as the ones you love break the walls and often... -themselves upon them?  
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