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My Pile

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Like a heap of clothes on the floor my secrets and lies are piled high too BIG for me to ignore The stench of my lies are too much to bare like a pile of old laundry just sitting there I try to clean it up then the lies force their way out adding to the pile of scandals, lies, and doubt Now the pile has grown too BIG for me to ignore and I'm stuck in my own stench lying here, crying on the floorThis is about little lies becoming a BIG deal, because you have to keep covering each lie up and the trail of your lies leads to confusion Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 12:37 AM PST   0 • 10

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