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Confession
To be honest,
I am not.
Honest, that is.
I am made of lies;
They are the roots
Of all my thoughts,
And the marrow
Within the bones
That shape my frail
Sense of self.
I am a lie
That I told the world,
And me.
© Artisancta
I am not.
Honest, that is.
I am made of lies;
They are the roots
Of all my thoughts,
And the marrow
Within the bones
That shape my frail
Sense of self.
I am a lie
That I told the world,
And me.
© Artisancta
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