Hiding

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The face, that I hide behind is all lies, 

I'm just waiting for someone to reveal my crimes.

To finally shed light on the fact that inside my chest the truth dies.

I'm not sure if I can keep up this facade any longer. 

For my walls aren't getting stronger.

How can I continue these lies,

speaking them with wide open eyes.

To your face, I spew,

this poison, far and few.

Always more, these lies leave open a horrid door.

I've no idea what my future has in store. 

Now that my life is ruled by my treason. 



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