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  • Out of Lies

    Out of Lies

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    Out of Lies Good morning,it’s another rinse and repeat. As I’m walking down,the shaded side of the street. Cause the sun is blinding,and I can barely see. I’ll stumble around and try,to find something to eat. Cause I’m wasting all of my time,and I’m running out of lies. My shoes don’t match,and I smell like…