A Poem You Should Read

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We ask the question, Why lie?   Well you see,  We aren’t the only ones being lied to   Everything is lies  
One moment That was all it took For the realization to settle That I would never be a child anymore   It happened in the bathroom In front of the mirror When I couldn't see myself
Dear Shakespeare: ‘Tis One P.M. The Clock tick-eth slowly ‘Swounds! My face is all a-glower In this lone, tort’rous hour   Oh, agony! Oh, villain! Oh horrible deed,
I ask myself Why all these things in life, matter.
There's a romanticism to sitting down in a bookstore with a yet unpaid for book in hand Seeking out the coziest corner where your Momma won't find you  Not for want of searching or yelled whispers
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