Oh, Lie !
Tell me why mirrors don’t reflect you;
It’s ironic that you are the truth.
Just a sigh.
Every time I invent you !
Each time I take a breath from you, I feel high;
You force me to run away from the truths;
You enable me to survive in an adverse world !
A practical glue fix my damaged components;
Becoming more enticing
Because I don’t want to be split apart !
Believing that you are an incense;
I know in my heart that you smell bad;
I have to become friends with you
Because you are the brutal truth !
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