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The Untruthh
Glass eye lies,
no reason to even try
Mighht as well give up,
Since we can't see through all that makeup,
Running mascara making her face uncleann,
Oh such a familiar scene,
Each lie is a cut on her wrist,
death is the only thing that'll bring her bliss,
But even when her heart stops beating,
There will be a never ending bleeding,
Of all the lies she waas told,
Which was after all what made her body go cold.
