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If only I were deceitful,
I'd make things up to say.
I'd tell you about milestones
in every momentous day.

But my life isn't like that,
it's just boring; all the same:
there are no meaningful moments
to set the world aflame.

My shallows are not hidden
-you see them plain as day-
there is nothing I am hiding
and this means what it says.