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Apr 3
You lie and lie and lie over and over again.
Every lie, a post-it on your face, covering your body.

After so many lies
I can no longer recognize what is found behind.

They are your barricade,
but we all know that they are papercut.

And no matter how thick you make them out to be,
paper will never be wood again.
Should I add the spanish versions in here?
Written by
Izan Almira  15/M/Spain
(15/M/Spain)   
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