Dirty White Lies 

Images and illusions, masks and acts. A new drama every day, a different role to play- a different character to portray- and I do. What you see, my monster, is a face I keep on only for you. You were threatened by the prospect that I could grow. You poured acid into my roots- yet I still grew. A little twisted, but still, my monster, I will always be stronger than you.   

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