One of his Lies

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You know someone once told me,

To stop being like this.

As I am far too diverse,

And it is the good side I’ve missed.

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He went out of his way,

To tell me my way was wrong.

Whatever did they mean,

When they ranted for so long?

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Because I’m just a sad little kid,

Who’s wrapped up in his own mess.

I’m just a to-be-murderer,

And I don’t kill others in my distress.

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So the days ambled by,

And the deaths tolled up high.

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Each day I left even more behind,

And there was no good I could find,

Apparently so, he said.

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Every time I saw a child smile,

I’d break down and die.

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The tears I cried were the black of blood,

And weren’t natural as be they should,

Apparently so, he said.

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That pattern of hell he made for me,

To walk on by with a torn up smile.

Was all this ever true?

Or was this all just one of his lies?

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I’ll tell you the truth,

Just lean here close.

He’s not whom he deceives to be,

He’s just a part of my memory.

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Fin