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Jan 2015
I need the truth, for once
in my life!
All I hear is a swirl of lies.

Whatever comes out of everyone's
mouth, are words made of plastic.
No one tells me the truth,
for I wish they would.

What is the point of lying to I?
Telling a lie, is like putting your
life on the line.

So why you must?
When I am dying to know the truth.
Just saying, and don't make it up.

The truth is right, and always
the best.
A lie is a horrible
turn.

So tell the truth, as we wish
to know.
Instead of a lie,
that isn't whole.
TheSilentWarrior
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