Fools of Devotion
Cover it up, paint it over,
you can lie if you want.
But we know it's wrong.
A thick layer of plastic can't hide your ugly self,
you can try; only to worsen your soul.
Let's try again, spinning a web of lies,
the sticky substance clings to your skin of fake care,
we hope to enjoy the situation,
only to fall and fail,
covering it up once again.
The End
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THE GOODS
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Chasing a Futile Dream. This chapter
was posted on Sep 27, 2011 by
IchigoRingo-Chan.
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"An metaphorical anthology of how I feel about my life."
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Blank Verse, Lyric, Teen / Young Adult
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