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A lie that is coloured white
A lie that make things seem all right.
A lie that leaves you asking why
Discovering those lies that made you cry.

Lies exposed, were meant as a joke
The lies that many hearts have broke.
Lies to conceal a secret love affair
The liars lie, is the truth they swear.

Scheming lies to scam for money
Lies told that were deemed as funny.
Lies can relate to anything 
But often it's pain it tends to bring.

That little white lie that Santa is real
Habitual liars in overkill.
A lie told in kindness to comfort or protect
When a lie is discovered what's the affect?

A good liar will hide it well
Blinds you under their misleading spell.
The question is, why do we lie at all?
Whether they are big, white or small. 

Harmless lies are weaved in white
Cunning lies are black as night.
A lie means intention to deceive
Is it good or bad what a lie tries to achieve?

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Date: 8/4/2025 11:32:00 AM
Hello Emilia, The first verse i feel refers to me. I was hurt badly and i still ask myself why did it happen. Hugs. /Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/5/2025 11:28:00 AM
Hello Emilia, Yes Emilia, I still ask myself why. It is in the past now. It does not hurt as much. i am healing. I will never get the questions answered to my questions. So i will let it go. You have some like that to? Try to let it go. I am doing that and i am getting better. the past is the past. I live for now instead. Hugs. /Darlene/
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Emilia James
Date: 8/5/2025 1:42:00 AM
Hello Darlene. I am so sorry to hear you was hurt badly and is still asking why. We many never know the answers to the whys. I have some like that too. Thank you for reading and send to you a big squishy hug dear friend. Emilia : )

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