The beauty of insincerity,
The gorgeous rift it creates,
The flawless pain.
Wishing your lies could fill my loneliness,
Trapped in an abyss of sorrow,
Morning has come,
Ripping the darkness of your feigning.
The girl in the mirror knows she deserves better,
Now Freedom feels like shackles,
The pain,The tears it won't last forever,
She was a sand castle and you were the enchanting tides.
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