My life is a lie.

It is built on lies.
If these lies wouldn't exist, I by myself wouldn't be able to live anymore.
It is like a house of cards.
I put on a card each day so this house keeps growing.
But if the wind blows too strong, my house starts to shake.
It shakes more and more and if it looses its strength, then it will break down.
Just like me.
Just like me.

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