truth I lived
Lies I've told
trash I bought
with dreams I sold
goodbyes I've whispered
Good riddance I have screamed
appearances were rarely
what they seemed
burdens you carry
pains you tolerate
wounds you bury
scars you celebrate
holes are dug
with wishes that come true
it is often best to ask for nothing
and just think things through
I'll add to this
for as long as I can
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