lies

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I'm fine
At least I try to be,
I'll be ok,
Hopefully.
I do my best,
At hiding me.
I love my life,
maybe when I leave?
I've never felt better,
I'm sorry I cut.
It's OK I'm used to it,
Actually it hurts me a lot.
This is the spoke lies.,
This is the unspoken truth.

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