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Blatant Truth
Trust is never clear, but is often blurry
Brutal honesty given out loud, often met with fury
At times I've had guts to spill, but no one's trustworthy
Betrayals of confidence with friends, most just run away with hurry
The corpse of my blatant truth
Circled by vultures since my youth
Deceitful when true friendship calls
Don't like this reflection, perhaps break the mirrors on your walls
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Anonomus Scorpio
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