Inspiration: So in my theater class we're writing one act plays. The prompt was starting the play with a confession
Word: Hypocrite
I am a hypocrite
My tongue spins contorted lies into a false reality in which I live
I breathe life into my own insecurities with my every notion of existence
My mere being is a lie
I seek pleasure in the demise of my own self
A self that swells into a heap of nothingness laid perfectly still
For your full consumption
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