I lie.
A lot.
It is
an addiction.
Whether it
be a
full out
lie or
a story
just with
missing details
or over
the top,
false endings.
My life
is not
interesting or
exciting or
important but
I make
it so
with my
fanciful tales.
I have
gotten good,
so good
that I
do not
even think
about it
any more.
It has
become a
daily routine.
I do
not like
this foul
act that
the world
has deemed
unlawful and
bad but
what's wrong
with adding
a little
spice to
one's life?
My tongue
acts of
its own
accord, spinning
out of
control sometimes.
I can
no longer
stop it.
The only
thing "bad"
about my
habit is
the truth
never gets
told but
you do
not want
to hear
about that.
It is
not interesting
or exciting
or important.
So let
me tell
you a
lie instead
because that
is what
I do.
I lie.
A lot.
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