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Illusion

What you see is an illusion
Something you think is real
You can guess
You can speculate
You can only guess how I truly feel
You may catch a glimpse
I will always throw doubt
But I'm always straight forward
If you can figure me out
Within every lie
Something may actually be true
All of it is
All doesn't pertain to you
I tell stories you see
Past present future intertwined
I cannot let you see
What is in this heart of mine
But if you know
If you can tell I'm talking to you
Maybe this illusion
Is actually true.

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