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Jun 2017
Its become clear, too clear, its become dark, too dark

The truth hides itself wrapping around lies and deciete, But when it's unraveled the colors begin to fade

The uglyness reveals something beneath what you'd grown to know

It's suddenly hard to breathe, the air so polluted with fake people

All that's yearned is to be free from the truth, but it's too late
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Rocky  F
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