They make me think I've done so much.
They make me believe I really should trust.
But I can do nothing but repeating the same li(n)es.
Telling a story I don't know where to hide.
At least I can say they know all my flawns.
I can even bet they know things I myself don't.
If it is all about friendship as some might say,
then I hope it is all about it someday.
Hidding is no fun when no one is trying to find you.
Pretending is no good if you are the only one confused.
This awkward sadness takes my strengh away.
Wish I could find it.
Wish I could make it stay.
-x-
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