Have you ever been lied to so much that you don't even know what to believe. I have. That's how I learned to trust no one but myself.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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Have you ever been lied to so much that you don't even know what to believe. I have. That's how I learned to trust no one but myself.
