The words are just standard notions that slip from your lips. Simple. Easy to say. But harder to act upon. You don’t wish for that. There was never a friendship. Not for years. They spill from your lips like acid melting your fusod. Just simple lies is all you know how to spill. To bad I know the truth...
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