The little white lies that make me,
Are also the ones to break me.
But what am I supposed to hold on to,
Now that you've slipped right through my fingers,
These little white lies bring the only feeling that lingers.

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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...