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The lies consume me, eat me alive, then spit me up, a living horror. Yet, the smile remains, the fabricated smile. The memories bleed truths that are now shed into light. Beliefs that are not where they belong, dreams that no longer hold meaning, smiles that should've never been, laughter that should never be uttered again. The memories are nothing but a lie, a shared delusion amongst others. They were never created by us; we never lived a life as simple and beautiful as that. Yet the memories remain… so innocent…