You! Lie. Yes, you do.
Is it to make it all more, appealing?
Like smoothing out the covers, you know the creases don’t go away, right?
They float and then fall.
In your room of crumples, tell me the truth.
Don’t repeat yourself.
You can’t show me any beauty, if I don’t know what you really look like.
You can’t tell me I am beautiful, or at least if you do, I want a receipt.
How did you cut yourself? Why don’t you have an address? How can you possibly stay awake for so long?
The answers are easy, you are not.
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