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Created on: October 30, 2010
Is it too late to say I'm sorry for those lies?
It hurts too deep inside to say,
can we rescue this pain,
feels so strange that I lied,
I broke your spine,
and all that's left is a smile,
that broken twisted smile,
when tears weld up inside,
didn't mean for this to happen,
If I could tell you what I meant,
if all you ever knew is that,
I never meant to hurt you.
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As words roll off of the tongue
It only takes the first lie
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A
Everyday
I am dishonest
If asked "How are you?"
My answer is "I am fine."
A dishonest answer of mine
Everyday
I am dishonest
I
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You had such thoughts and dreams.
You had such plans.
With conviction
LUCIE'S LIAR
"I'll call you back when I can talk."
He sets the cell phone down.
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As in his lies
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Fraudster.
Crack-rope.
Yellow-bellied gambler.
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