HER BOOK OF POETRIES

THE BOOK MADE OF LIES

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I am everyone's pride,
I never hide.
I am never sad,
Nor did I do bad.

They love me so much,
Their words became a touch.
A touch to my heart I cannot forget,
I don't even have any regrets.

I am everyone's favorite.
Why not? I am always delicate.
My tender voice makes them smile,
They would run just to see me for miles.

I am never broken,
Every thoughts I've spoken.
My memories are never blue,
I don't leave any clues.

You see, I am the best.
I am just like the rest.
I walked on the meadow and the bird flies.
It flew away as I wrote the book made of lies.

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