there're two types of ppl in this world. those that lie and get caught and those who lie too, but dun get caught.

tears come and go,
be it when grandpa sunshine is up or low.
the shivers sneak around,
as the wind know its ground.
but why the room of how.
due to a self called fish
or the agony of lease ?
is it because of the line in time,
or the girl in mind..

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