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This is the lie,
The voice of the wind tells me.
I feel you,
Whispering politely, but I know it’s not.
It’s just as evil,
Just as vile.
It’s the essence of my tears.
I fear the fall,
But grasp for the climb.
I want to reach for the stars
And fly among the clouds.
I want to hold the world accountable
For all that’s wrong in me.

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