Someone...something is always saying things you believe. What if you didn't?
What if I had an alibi
For all the times I lied,
and clothed in excuses,
I posed for pictures,
and all my prior abuses
were like scratched lotto tickets,
worthless and forgotten?
What if I had a necklace
of plastic pearls to give you,
to make you envy a facade
and a lifestyle that would never come through?
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