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In a form of self-defense

Words live in lies,

Hiding what is real,

Making life strange, bitter.

They feign truths that do not exist,

Dressed in false shines and colors,

But inside, they silence the pains

Of those who no longer know what they feel or persist.

Unaware of their condition,

They destroy any approach,

Erecting walls of empty illusions,

And distancing those who are guided by love.

And so, they cast the truth to the ground,

Turning it into skeptical dust,

That disperses in the wind of sadness,

Losing itself in the shadow of uncertainty.

For in lies, there is no solidity,

Only echoes of a lost soul,

Who, unknowingly, denies its own life.

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