Secrets piled up
like all those butterflies in a jar
threatening to die of suffocation
Lies built up here and there
to protect one's heart
yet add on guilt
Memories get beautify
yet faded with time
like a Polaroid picture
Truth willing its way out
yet like fire it will spread
on those vicious tongue
Eyes open
yet denying the truth
that it seen
Every breath taken
get heavy and heavier
unable to withstand
the weight of lies and secrets
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