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Fake is what?


Fake the appitamy of all creation

It comes in all shape and forms

nothing, but it has a mere cover up

It is the form of family, friends

Basically human kind  

We are taught to love those who want to see us do bad 

similar to keep our friends close and your enemies closer but

what does that truly mean

Does it mean to love our enemies and love our friends or

just keep an eye on them and don't let them out of your sight

Human kind will never truly know the meaning so until then lets be the 

bigger person towards the fake creation

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