I was reading my tea leaves when my arse hit the fan maybe I’m not who I seem to be outwardly I’m sanguine but inside I’m nourishing ancient grudges my life was a poisoned river but what’s done is done my tears will not erase my exploits I stopped crying a long time ago when I realized that all lives are built on lies some are harmless others brutal I have told lies that were fucking biblical and frankly preposterous but people believed them Christ, I believed them too the world is full of suckers who never catch a break I’m the biggest sucker of them all I contrived to fool myself
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