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Feb 2011
We all have done it.
And would be a liar to say we didn't.
You know told something.
When we shouldn't have.

But, I still hate the friend.
Who claims they are speaking for you to the press?
Where they place their own opinions into the mess.
If, I really wanted the news to know.
Then, I would have confessed the story months ago.

But, then someone people loves to be before the cameras.
And that have never been me.
Because many gossipers loves to create a variety of things.

Just to see you respond.
What they always seems fail to realize in the end?
A lie stays around while the real true fades into the dark.

And then the friends will say they never believe any of that.
Except,they fail to tell you they was getting paid behind your back.

We all seem people smile before your face.
And stabbed you in back without a glance.

Things that you probably only told to one.
Is now heard all arond the town you live in.

All because of the gossiper.
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