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I want to say the words,

The words I've always wanted

To say- but fear tied down my

Tongue, forced it to spill a white lie

Over and over- never the words I

wanted. And even now,

Now that I'm gone, gone and dead-

Only a spirit- only

More white lies leave my lips.

So I ask you now, this- this

Question- this question that

Leaves me without bliss-

For I know you will refuse.

I ask you now, "May I hold

Your hand? May I kiss you-

Even just once will do. I

Refuse to speak another lie,

So I will say it now.