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Mar 2014
Sincerity

I must praise those who talk to me
I must believe that what is wrong is wrong
I must understand what is said to me

But how?
Things have been told as lies,
Things have been misunderstood.

My childhood is past, and now I must realize.
What is done, is done.
I can not turn the clock around.

Why must we stand here and wait?
The sincerity is true.
Everything else is a lie.
Amber Bent
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