Liar When people ask me whether I ever lie I answer with yet another one: "No, I don't." I lie every week, every day, because there's always someone asking me how am I Because it's always "good" "good" "good" "good" It's always definitely "good" when I feel sick and want to die And it's still just "good" when I'd love to kiss every person passing by
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