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Lying Laying Down

These late nights never mean something I am a self-induced insomniac although I like my sheets You’re still his and I will never be mine With truths told as lies Lying to myself until I believe Because all truth is Is truth perceived.

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joseph-glapa

Colombian

Published: Nov 7, 2011
LinesWords: 743

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