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Oct 2019
They pretend to be your brother/sister, but at your back they are a dusty gold digger,

They published your character in daily news, used you as a broken tools,

They paint you in history with their fake and bitter stories,

They chew your bones with lies all day, think that your life will becomes muddy someday,  

They blackmail you, told everyone that you ain't real, that your life is a mess, used you as copy and paste,

They drew you with their nasty routine and broken pencil, and used their spicy spite as the eraser,

They looks beautiful on the outside, but inside, there heart leaks with sores,

In your presence, they hail you like king or queen,

In your absence, they murdered your attitude and behave like they are so good,

So called friends,
You find them in church, wove in sheep clothing,

So called friends,
You find them in school, dark aches in the midst of white aches,

So called friends,
They are here, they are there, they are everywhere

Direct copy of the devil, there hands are full of evil and always caught in the act of trouble,

Shine your eyes!!
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George Marshall Richards Jr
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George Marshall Richards Jr  Liberia
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