When The Cup Spills

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Do not get too sobered up by my confessions.

I really do not come in peace, I swear.

Truth wins hearts yet smiles win elections,

And there is no feeling more truthful than fear.

You put in the work, and you fix the mistakes.

Honey, I do not buy all these decorations.

You erased me in one, two, three shitty takes,

Then went ahead and called it validation.

So, do not punch yourself when the cup spills.

I really do not mean any harm, I promise.

Smiles dull blades, but truth – it always kills.

Honey, I was never your lost Alice.

-Jackie