The lies I was told
The same lies I sold
Those lies were a warmth
when the truth was too cold
The demons i keep
The demons don't weep
The demons just smile
when I cry in my sleep
The life that I found
That life sane and sound
The life that you left
when you started to drown
The words that I write
The words sound so slight
These words are so empty
So hollow. So trite.
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