Cheats.
They are.
Deceitful. Lies.
Faking smiles.
Exaggerating the truth.
They think they are in love.
But they don't even know that.
They called me 'friend'
I hate their label.
I can hardly bear to pass their table.
They think it's funny to bend the truth.
They bent me till I broke finally.
They sent me on my way. I was happy.
Those liars.
Those cheats.
They are.
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poesía"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
