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Because this is a perpetual day of silence, with the tape strapped over your mouth to keep from lying, lying, lying.  Because to open, to speak, to sing, would be lies.  And you are not a deceiver, you will try to reassure yourself every minute of every day.  To breathe would be lies.  Because no one knows the difference but you.  Quell your harmonies.  Still your dancing feet.

Because if you cannot speak your honesty, at least do not scream the lies.  Be still, appear reverent, while your heart burns with the knowledge that you lie to everyone, every day, by not coming to terms with the very person you are.