House of Lies
LIAR
Same face, different mask, and he calls me a liar?
Same blood, different parents, and he dares call me his brother?
I am nothing to him. Nothing to anyone. Just someone surviving on a mountain of lies. But I’m not a liar. I feed on lies because I am the only one who knows the truth. The only one who can stop the House of Clowns.
But I refuse to be one of them. I will not be a clown.
I am a ghost, my face painted so they won’t recognize that I’m the same as him—the one who calls himself my brother.
But it’s all lies. A big house of lies.
DOLL
One love. One loss. It’s time to move on.
But how can I? I saw him. I saw his face. I saw his mask. And he doesn’t even remember me. He doesn’t remember anything. And yet, he still haunts me.
Is it the truth? Or is it all a lie?
Or am I just trapped in a dream, inside this house of lies?
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