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Fakers

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You call me your friend but I don't believe you.
You try to make me think I am a part of your group.
You try to hammer your thoughts into mine as if trying to make me a part of you.
You think you are strong when you are weak.
You use me as your punching bag to become stronger,
thinking you are right about everything.
But you'll always be wrong. You think you own me, but I know the truth and so do you.
You don't want to believe it, but you do.
You're just empty-handed fakers.





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