Lies

by Silver   May 1, 2006


Lies. They are dirty little things. You tell one and they then wishper in your head to tell another, then another. Pretty soon, you have got a web of lies you will never figure out. Then, you go and tell a lie and its the oposit of another one you told and you are caught.

The more you lie the bigger they get and the bigger the bumps, the sharpper the turns become until you fall off the wagon and are left in the mud.

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