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A short sentence that rarely holds truth
Used the most by people who mean it the least
Pinky fingers locked with hesitation
Do white lies remain harmless when I harm myself
Words dripping with denial
Thoughts go from yells to whispers
I cannot seem to love myself enough
To begin to love you back
My brain is a cage trapping all answers to your question
Three words that send my body into a frenzy of panic
“Are you okay”

— The End —