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Jan 2018
They feed me lies.
Tell me that they
will always
be there for me.

Console me with
their borrowed words.
Spin twisted lies
with invisible thread.

But when I need them most,
when I’m swallowed by darkness,
and attacked by my demons.
They’re gone.
Written by
Shea McCarthy
153
     Lior Gavra, Liesl and jza aguilar
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