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Each second
In each minute
I lie to myself
And to others

Each lie
This truth obscures
Digs a deeper hole
That I need to fill

Each hole I fill
Creates another
Until I create a trench
That is difficult to mask

ach trench
That I mask
Is a new lie
Waiting to be used

This facade
Is a momentary escape
Away from the truth
That mounts quickly