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Feb 2019
What are lies and why are they white?
This question throws me on an endless plight.
Leaves me wondering for hours and hours,
Don’t throw **** at me and tell me it’s flowers.

If I ask you a question, you better answer me straight,
And if you don’t, it’s a little too late,
I don’t accept lies that are white.
You have a better chance of turning into a hermaphrodite.
What’s the point of a white lie, the truth always hurts and they will find it out sooner or later.
Written by
Anita  15/Cisgender Female/Jamaican
(15/Cisgender Female/Jamaican)   
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