Tell me what you want to hear

It’s cold and rainy, I’m eating peanut butter and ice cream for dessert again.
Living another perfect lie.
Every day is a perfect lie.
I wish every day could be a perfect truth.
But I highly suspect,
this bird would grow tired
of perfect truths.

I need some stimulation. Off to start reading a new book.
[Maybe I should stop starting to read books I can't finish, and just write my own.]

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