Lies

So little.

So small.

But catastrophic.

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Little, white lies.

That's what people say.

But even those could hurt.

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People say they're nothing.

But the people forget.

The after affects.

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Then there are other lies.

Ones that aren't detectable.

Until it's to late.

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They lie and wait.

They hide in shadows.

They strike randomly.

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I call them Monsters.

They are the ones,

That hide like cowards.

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They wait.

Patiently.

Quietly.

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Then strike,

When you're at your lowest.

Like the cowards they are.

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Cold hearts,

Cold people,

Make these Monsters.

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Cheaters.

Stealers.

Liars.

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Monsters,

Just like the lies.

That they create.