sometimes it isn't his handsome face,
it isn't his sweet voice,
nor was it his radiant smile
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sometimes it was the little white lies,
the little needle like stings,
that managed to sew you together
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the ones that closed of those tears in your heart,
the little lies that made you feel whole."the ones that leave a promise
to break you into tiny little pieces."-
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