Even we can fool ourselves.

I’m so sorry

sorry I’m just not the same

not the same as I was before

Was before just a dream?

A dream reopened?

I’m repeating myself and I know you can tell

you can tell my real game of truth

These are not lies! These are not lies

not little white lies

Tell me what’s wrong

what’s wrong with your soul?

It’s broken and shattered

broken and shattered on my floor

Like a mirror less wall

so is, your emotionless face

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