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Lies


Did Medusa die happy? Was she ever in love? Was she afraid? I know we've always been lied to ever since birth. We've been lied to in our faces and behind our backs. We've been lied to about God and about life. People have messed up our minds so much that no one will ever really know the truth about life. The planet is messed up big time, it has been bullied by the human race. But there is hope. I am sure that one day someone will come and put this beautiful planet at peace.
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