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Fake


Why is there fake Why is it in this world I see fake people alive and happy Fake They sit there like they mean something but to me they are nothing Fake I sat with them laughed with them but they are fake always have been Fake Something pulls me reality pulls me I have no one I have nothing Fake Why do people do it how can they live with themselves they are pathetic they are worthless like demons sent from hell Fake
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