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truth over lies
Be a big girl.
Take your medicine
Without complaint.
No more time for tears.
Dry your eyes
The truth is better than lies.
You don't understand,
But you're young.
Even if it tastes bad,
It does a world of good.
Think of the fun you'll have
When you can run and play again
Whole,
Alive,
And without pain.
Darling,
You're sick right now.
Be a big girl.
Take your medicine
Without complaint
Dry your eyes.
No more time for tears.
The truth is better than lies.
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Short stories:
P.L.U.R.
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