Twist the truth, like a ribbon between my fingers,

Tie it in knots,

Truth decays and rots,

The ribbon frays at silken ends,

I will kill my so-called 'friends',

I will lie to you,

I won't cry for you,

Poison you for your treatment of me,

My twisted truths and beautiful lies will make you see.



The End

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