I hated liars, their words like a stain
I hated liars, their words like a stain,
Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game.
Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell,
The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell.
In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face,
A prisoner of lies in this familiar place.
I sought out the truth, but found only strife,
The greatest of lies is the one in my life.
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