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The Truth Hurts

This is not a happy place

We love to hate each other,

inside a very safe space.

Lies are sold on lips of youth

disguised as truths, forbidden fruits.

When it crashes on your pretty head,

just remember what ol' uncle sam says,

you never had a choice.

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American

Published: Nov 12, 2015
LinesWords: 848

Notes: (c) I.C.Thornhill

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