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21 декабря 2023 г., 21:26
Oh, how the words weave a delicate tale,
For in this masquerade, truth dares to pale.
"I'll tell a lie that I'm alive," the confession whispered deep,
In echoes of deceit, secrets concealed in my keep.
Yet, the heart knows no bounds, for it beats unbound,
Love, a defiant flame, cannot be unwound.
"It could be true, but I don't love you," the mask I adorn,
Yet, within this charade, a storm of emotions unborn.
I'll paint a smile 'cross my face, hiding what's inside,
But deep within this heart of mine, love's wave did subside.
Though I may breathe and walk this earth, sadness I can't deny,
For in the lie of being alive, love for you did die.
