I Lied
I lied, but I lied for a good reason. I just couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you just to think of what hurting you might do. So let me tell you this there are good lies and bad lies. But a smart person once told me when you lie you have to use another lie to cover up for that lie. It just keeps on going until no end. So I’ve lied so much I feel like a cover up. My lies are good because they stop the hurt, the confusion that I would put you through. The good reason why lie. I don’t know; yes I really know there’s no good lies and it’s a sin to lie. I lie anyway you know lying is like my high I enjoy making you happy off my lie. All because I would rather see you happy than see you cry. I’m going to tell the truth. I just lied to you so all this I said was a lie. How do you know if I’m telling the truth because I lie? How would u know to smile or cry? Please don’t believe me because I lie. So dry your eyes because all this is a lie.
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