You stand tall
But your shadow is thin
A hollow echo of who you pretend to be.
Your words fall like brittle dry leaves--
Broken and empty.
Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC
You stand tall
But your shadow is thin
A hollow echo of who you pretend to be.
Your words fall like brittle dry leaves--
Broken and empty.
Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.
A person who makes up stories and lies.
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