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Replaceable

It's a strange thing
Where the honesty useless
and lies are completely believable
This is very stab
Where you have been given a few lies
You try to hold back your emotions
But you lose control
You destroy what is around you
Too many doses of lies
Make up your mind to be blind to the truth




Written on Wednesday, November 2nd 2016
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