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My lies, I see, are pieces of me, jagged and sharp; Reminding me what I'd like me to be; They fall from my fingertips, With each press of a key, And blink onto a screen, To stare back, in disgust, at me.

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Feb 27, 2019

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Tags: #lies #wishes #desires #short #reflection #writing

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