You hate them, Yet you tell them You won’t buy them, Yet you sell them. Sometimes even You decide to buy Instead with truth, You settle with a lie. Why do You do it? What’s there to protect? Trying to leave an impression? Or to gain false respect? If You get busted Truth can be dusted…
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BEAUTY OF THE BEAST
I starred at myself, Then I looked in the mirror. I saw nothing but bones covered with flesh, Covered with soft pale skin. But then how soft it really is, Or as a matter of fact How soft am I? Day in and day out, I see people die, They kill each other, No fear, no…