The truth stings the soul, so, baby, I don't wanna know.
Tell me another lie.
Show me where you hide.
Just don't tell me how you really feel
Because then I might know what's really real.
Don't tell me how you really feel
Because then I may never truly heal.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
