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This poem is used for dramatic purposes, please just say what you think of it were it needs improvement Why is it so hard to wake up in the morningwhy is it so hard to keep on going onpeople look at me an only see the happy mejust another lie about me im sick of pretending sick of people laughingim sick of liying it ways me downim sick of myself i really amwhat hurts the most is when i can lie to myself or to some one i care an belive it toim sick of hurting people im sick of every thing i cant change the past but changing the future seems just as hard when it could be easy an i could just lie my way outim not a bad personi swear to you thati just dont know who i am the lies are counsuming me there eating me inside an outjust get them off of methere like a sicknessnow were is the pillthe shot the cure?sick of crying screaming an so sick of lieing why cant i stopmy mouth rules me nowthings falling from my lips like rain from the skywhy why why cant i stop these lies?
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