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My Artform: Finshed Lie to me, lie to me and let me breathe in this make believe. Fairys tell my tale, and any who listen, they will make believe. But any normal heart will shatter my dream. For the dark shroud, i need but a night light. This is a fools paradise. Just not with two hands, only with one, or the other. it could be lost in the grip of clutching hands, evaporating to nothing. And then you find yourself at the end again, with nothing but pretense and pretend.
