this one is a willful lie
a looking into the heart
of a split second
pretending i knew it all
much before you asked
that’s me there
behind the face of certainty
braking it gently
dismantling it irrevocably
pretending i knew it all
much before the final word
that’s me again
playing an old game
with the cruelty of self-termination
you asked and were flown
to outer space, safely distant
you asked
and the world stopped for a moment
to spit me out
sick with my decision
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