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Elizabethanne Jun 2018
We catch bullets with our teeth
Lies that taste like gun powder and lead
They rip down our throats and they make us bleed
But we swallow them down
and tell ourselves  they taste like honey that they taste so sweet
- to all the lies we've swallowed because the truth would hurt so much more

— The End —