heal thyself (5)

The truth is I love to lie
Every day to myself to survive
It keeps me
It kills me

I bid near this child
To inquire of its nature
In order to name it 
This leviathan 

It assures
“You know me, your folly made me”
With distanced haught 
It mocks me

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