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Honestme


Honesty,

Is it real?

Is it a lie?

The value of morals,

honesty is fly.

One thing I cannot live without?

Without honesty,

my soul feels like a drought.

Respect thy neighbors,

respect thy self.

Without honesty,

what else is left?

To lie to me, to lie to you.

Who knows what is,

and isn't,

true.

Being me,

is being honest.

They are one in the same.

And isn't it a shame,

what life would be

without the concept of honesty.

 

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