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The Lie.
Somewhere inside these walls,These cracked and splintered shards of woodHold up what is left of "the Lie."I took a rusted hammer off the shelf he called a homeAnd with my hands, broken, bleeding, and scarred I swung with all my might.I stood upon that floor;Upon that busted foundation...Tall and proud.I wiped away the sweat, the tears...I wiped away "The Lie."The blood can stay, it tells a story. My story. One no one else can tell.I toss that hammer into a cloud of dust,Slide on my tainted, sultry high heels...And give it one more glance as I let down my hair."The Lie" is not mine.I own my sin.teresa-lynnpoetress
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