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This silence is killing me,
its telling me everything that’s wrong with me.

This silence is burning me,
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A Lie

To most I am simple and trivial.
fabricated, to sound sweet and nice
Or to just sound cool.
I am also on the flexible side, bendable and stretchable.
I can be tall, white, and mysterious.

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