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Apr 2019
I let them believe they know me
But I lie through my teeth
Feed them what they want to hear
To keep them at arm's length
To keep them in smoother waters
To keep them far from the ugly
Because it is far more dangerous
Beneath the surface

And they have never been good swimmers
Written by
Hannah thomas
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