lieing
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I use to know this liar oh how she desired to be a liar Again and again her lieing wouln't end that was the end of my best friend
WALKING LIE
I am a walking lie.
Cursed at birth until I die.
Nothing true, Nothing real.
Love, affection I cannot feel.
All my life has been untrue.
The words or the motions that I do.
Hello! How may I help you? I greet each and everyone
I’ve said it all for months, yet it feels like I’ve just begun
More orders become messed up
