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I get tired of repeating the same lines

Same lies, like the ones you told me

To make me think this could be something

I refuse to accept that the words  

Bent and laid gently on my heart, are nothing more

Than acid, eating away at the lining of my soul

You move, like a tempestuous wind

I scatter like leaves, trying to pull myself together

I’m neither living nor have I ever been alive

I get tired of repeating the same lines

Same lies, like the ones you fed me

I’m starving