lie about us

sembreak saw me like a display in the antiquities department of a sullen gallery. it was dull and lifeless, almost like a leaf clinging for life in a withered twig. anyway, enough of tropes, i’ve vomited enough metaphors to make an anthology of insane poems. i’m such a liar. super! gahd! how could i, a mere mortal, perfected the intricate and highly demading art of pretense? hahaha! and i so enjoy every moment of doing it. the rush is so fleeting. they say, liars go to hell. well, to hell with them!

but i’m never happy. i texted Glenn a few nights back. it’s almost high noon. my InBox is so empty.

days from now and we’re back to class. the liar fatale is back. for more.

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