Aaron Lynn (7/13/94 / Evansville IN)
Your consistent droning voice
Wipes away my fragile grin.
And your demented sense of changing
Is one I never can defend.
You told me I was loved
For simply what was held inside.
Now I know that all you spouted
Was a calming breath of lies.
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