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Jul 2019
Every person is the exact same:
To tell the truth they always claim,
But when in need, so full of pride,
They pack their luggage, then go hide.

In the end, all of that trust
Makes me shrivel with disgust.
Your soul will alter if you lie
Memento mori, we all die!
Written by
Popa Cosmin  16/M
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