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Feb 2016
Dishonesty is your compulsion,
lies flee readily from your lips.
Even now I cannot say
which truths you decide to skip

It's only a matter of time
before you finally come clean.
I'm sick of all the secrets kept;
say what you ******* mean.
Idk
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
(27/F/Ontario)   
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