and to surround me with myself,
my lies, my years, my tears and shakes,
My errors and my laughter still.
I will not give me to the world,
to tear me into little truths,
and take each piece home with them,
till I remain the lie unveiled.
I'll keep my truths, I'll keep my lies,
I'll keep me safe from misery,
I shall not give, I shall just take
It's you who'll cry, it won't be me.
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