Left in a hurry with the truth untold, Watching me closely as the lies unfold. Uncovering itself as if it was hidden in mist, Becoming more blatant and so hard to miss. A furious presence that is so hard to resist, Runs around wildly with no thought to desist. Craving something deeper it observes from afar, Waiting with patience to leave a humiliating scar.

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