Lying Pains

I’m not lying.
Yes I am.
No I’m not.
Maybe I am telling the truth when I say I don’t think about you.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like you, but maybe that’s already a lie it’s self.
I am telling the truth when I say I forgot about you and that I wasn’t wondering where you were.
The truth is that I was ok last year; I achieved everything I ever wanted. This year is even better, I saw my fate and I was overjoyed;
I saw the answer I needed to close my eyes at night.
Lies, lies, lies, I am full of lies.
That’s a lie, is it?
I ate with the King of England and I slept with King Arthur.
I was there when Romeo and Juliet took their last breaths, and I was in the movie Peter Pan as Wendy darling.
I’m not sick I promise. It’s just a demon that already captured my soul;
I am a zombie with nothing left.
That wasn’t a lie.
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