Sour lies pour from my lips,
as sin blackens my fingertips.
My heart inflates with deep distress.
Upon its burst, I shall confess
the secrets swimming in my veins,
and till that day, my pain remains.
The truth remains concealed as it hides within my soul.
Its exposure is forbidden for deceit has took control.
How much longer must reality be bottled up inside?
When can it reveal itself and prove what’s been denied?
Please unlock the obstacles and set the secrets free
They’re damaging my character…and slowly killing me.
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