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Jun 2019
a feeble word
weak
in the liars mouth
false
is the promise
called "trust"
so easily broken

but

it can be strong
it can be wonderful,
I'm the protecter's mouth
loyal
promises
meant to be kept

sadly,
i have known both
and false truth is burrowing under my flesh
I can't believe people sometimes and sometimes I want to so bad
Anastasia
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Anastasia  19/F
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