Truths Or Lies?

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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