Let me take your hand, feel your pulse drive mine, let me tell you how the world is. Can I whisper, without me you're the sun, but with me you're a line drawn on my sanity. I smile while I talk, I always show teeth, and when you look back I see you turn away as well, another part of you rebelling silently, and you say please and thank you, and I say are you sure and good job. Who knew liars and lovers were so similar?
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