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Dec 2013
We put this front of an image  before friends and others.
Trying to uphold an image about us.
A pretense of sought.
Knowing when pushed, we become very out spoken.

This is the real us.
Except for those that bites their tongues.
Afraid to hurt anyone.

A pretense like many church peoples.
That the first minute they get they out talking about everyone.

We see this in marriage or any relationship.
While knowing many times our out spoken side will create an argument.
Yes, this is us.

We know the personal creed taught to us in our youth.
If you can't say anything nice.
Then say nothing at all.

Yes, this is us.
The original pretenders.
Constantly being reprimanded by others.

While operating by a false impression.
Yes, this is us.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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