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Mar 2012
I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm fine and not feeling blue.
I will put on my make up,
A brave face to make up.


I'll pretend not to care anymore,
That my eyes have never been sore.
Laughing in your presence,
When I'm suffering in silence.


I'll stay in denial,
That my heart's still set on fire.
Though only cold as ice now,
I'm still lighting up somehow.


I'll put on this facade,
That each night I'm not crying to God.
My troubled thoughts on hold,
This reputation I ought to uphold.


I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm good and happy too.
One day it will be true,
I am free and so are you.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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