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Real lies wasted times hurtful words severed ties , you can never hide in my face because the real recognize real so get back in your place. Fake friends real foes will it end only God knows, you always reap what you have sown using your intellect you would have known. Through the divine we can see what's not shown the dark is brought to the light exposing the unknown.
-I see you
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