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Fake won't sit right let alone fit into the play along no time for games for the playground 
Is full of fools in sheep clothing blood thicker than water when it's an all right inconvenience
Not so much when not to be benefited flipping the script for gratification won't sit right 
With me once close now departed by lies that fly like bees in a beehive trying to walk a Straight line on a crooked road makes for endurance when those that said to have had your Back turns out they took a different approach led by lies of a clear picture forced with Intoxication trying to depart my self from the wolves so close to home drained and sadden by A socialisation going left not goody two shoes just trying the straight line that leads to Salvation while all eyes on me to fail not perfect but perfecting the flaws in me to come Correct with him who guides me on the straight narrow road that leads to salvation through The clouds I have seen his blessings and also his separating me from the wolves not perfect far from it working in progress while fake in my face clear picture expose guard up hands up
Pryed up

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