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Mar 2013
We the moralist of society.
Seems to judge many others many of times.
But when our lives gets exposed.
Then, that's when we don't want our life exposed.

That secret life.
The one we afraid to mention.

Maybe you was a stripper.
Or as some call it.
An exotic dancer.

Maybe you was a business woman.
Serving mutiple males.
While making tax free money.

Maybe you a male escort.
Who, now have the trade of being a respected lawyer?

Oh, that secret life.
That many of us don't want anyone to know.

Some of the most respected people have a past.
That if pushed could ruine them.

The famous face scandals more than the poor.
But the poor has just as many to run from.

Maybe, it's a secret child.
Maybe, it's the secrets of being too wild.

Oh, these secret lives that we live.
Sooner or later, we must ask someone to forgive us.

Scandals in church.
Scandals at work.
Our privacy is becoming a dream.

When we faces being exposed cause people are mean.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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