Who knows if I had to be honest
For if I had, would it have been well received
If not for the facades of people pleasing
The world would be awash with sounds of nay
With no regrets or remorse
When I pass by those I once knew
I can feel a sense of betrayal
Reeking from them, in silent glances
I rather call Hemlock a gift
For in its darkness are shades of truth
Unlike people's words, in toxic residues
The cup of poison at least takes me away
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