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Jul 2012
Who are you fooling with your pretense?
Trying to be something that you're not.
Always trying to put up a good front.
Just trying to impress a few.

Guess what?
I clearly can see through you.
You as fake as a fifty dollar bill.
I get this six sense when I'm around you.
That falseness is your middle name.

And you wonder why?
I refuses to come around you many of times.
You're a fool.
You're a clown.
And soon will be exposed.
For the idoit that you are.

All because you have no heart.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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