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Apr 2019
I’ve been lying to myself about the lies I kept hidden
Doing damage to myself and I despise the ******* feeling
And the red inside my eyes ain’t surprising if you with it
Cuz you either die a hero or surmise to be the villain
Or you lie to paint this image as you walk around pretending
And stressing about these problems that just seem are never ending
I’ve been lying to myself and honestly I’m so offended
I’m relying on some help I thought that I was independent
When being honest with yourself is a challenge in itself
Broken promises and searching for some balance and some help
And the pain you thought you felt is no comparison to hell
I’m dying deep inside, outside I’m doing well
But you probably couldn’t tell as I’m lying to your face
About all the pain I felt and I just probably needed space
Compulsive with the lies that I keep trying to embrace
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tired of this place
Lennin B Ledesma
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Lennin B Ledesma  32/M/San Francisco
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