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Pity me that I use this elaborate lie
To make me happy.
When did truth make anyone happy?
The truth is sad—or when happy, we doubt its validity,
So if this elaborate lie makes me happy,
And you detect the lie, yet, pity me;
And to properly pity me, say nothing.
I call my lie elaborate, because I thought of everything.
I live in my happiness alone
And it requires nothing from you.
Everyone knows the best lie
Requires no one else to say
Anything—you don’t need to kiss me like you used to do;
Keep on giving me that angry eye
Like you did today.
I never hated you. I love you. That’s the lie.
The lie makes me happy. And to love, I will always lie.
A lie lives forever. Only a truth can die.
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