we fall into the ground,



the part where they said it wouldn't happen,

was a lie,

a deception.

they couldn't tell

the truth if they wanted to,

they've been lying to long.

they stare at us as we pass.

freaks of nature.

one of us turns ourface towards them,

and their eyes widen.

how did it happen?

they tell us we should fix it,

who wants to look like that?

you used to be so pretty,

they tell me.

operative words,

used to.

i trusted people before,

but now,

you can't trust anyone.

The End

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