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it reached a point where lies came easier than the truth and the truth was that i wasn't a liar but i would do anything to save our little world so i lied and i lied until my heart scrunched into an empty hole and i was left with trembling hands and a sour mouth because the truth was i wasn't a liar but when i looked in the mirror that's all i saw and it spread like a rash on my skin and there were black spots within because every lie crawled under and inside in the deepest parts of me they'd grow and they'd grow like a rash on my skin ***** incantations were my mantra lie after lie i'd look myself in the mirror and say you're not a liar you're only trying to survive but the rash wasn't a rash it was a disease which owned me my mouth opened and closed what came in and out i do not know my mind stopped dictating the words i spoke and the disease taught me all i know the truth is i wasn't a liar it wasn't me because i was hidden beneath the surface of the disease which overtook the parts of me i could never touch i ripped my skin crying- *let me out let me out* but the liar took over me and i was stuck beneath a film of safety lies which spread like gel over my surface i was untouchable until i couldn't differentiate between the liar and myself and maybe all along they were one inside me that voice of truth sung you are not a liar but maybe that was the biggest lie of them all.
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
liar, liar
it reached a point where lies came easier than the truth and the truth was that i wasn't a liar but i would do anything to save our little world so i lied and i lied until my heart scrunched into an empty hole and i was left with trembling hands and a sour mouth because the truth was i wasn't a liar but when i looked in the mirror that's all i saw and it spread like a rash on my skin and there were black spots within because every lie crawled under and inside in the deepest parts of me they'd grow and they'd grow like a rash on my skin ***** incantations were my mantra lie after lie i'd look myself in the mirror and say you're not a liar you're only trying to survive but the rash wasn't a rash it was a disease which owned me my mouth opened and closed what came in and out i do not know my mind stopped dictating the words i spoke and the disease taught me all i know the truth is i wasn't a liar it wasn't me because i was hidden beneath the surface of the disease which overtook the parts of me i could never touch i ripped my skin crying- *let me out let me out* but the liar took over me and i was stuck beneath a film of safety lies which spread like gel over my surface i was untouchable until i couldn't differentiate between the liar and myself and maybe all along they were one inside me that voice of truth sung you are not a liar but maybe that was the biggest lie of them all.
-never been called a liar before today.
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
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