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Jun 2015
Some people say the worse feeling in the world is when you didn't mean as much to a person as you thought you did.

Maybe I was blind.
Or maybe it was all a lie.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.

Everyone is telling me lies.
I keep telling myself lies.

And the lies don't leave.
Oh no, they're here to tear you apart.

Everyday they take a piece of me away.
Soon there will be nothing left of me.

Nothing left
but a lie.
Marissa
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Marissa  Minnesota, USA
(Minnesota, USA)   
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