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Oct 2014
It's always something little.
I'm just tired.

These little lies that hide the emptiness.
No, really. I'm fine.

That lead to bigger lies and more pain.
Those cuts? My cat.

These silly little lies we tell,
will be the end of us.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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