Truth hurts, lies kill.

I never enjoyed being lied to. Just something I never understood. If you wanted to hurt me, why wouldn't you juts tell me the truth? That would be less deceitful, that would save me some time to realize the colors spilling out your sides. I don't know who you are right now 'cause you're five other faces in a crowd.


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