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Faustina Marie

(2/2/1996 / Ontario, California)

Not Worth A Single Breath


Conflict is undesirable
Defense is difficult
Contempt seems condemning

But is loyalty not worth the price?
Is speaking in the name of truth
Not worth a single breath?

Submitted: Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Edited: Sunday, September 11, 2011

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  • Unwritten Soul (9/8/2011 12:32:00 AM)

    ' But is loyalty not worth the price?
    Is speaking in the name of truth
    Not worth a single breathe'

    No, loyalty should be treat in royalty.. :)
    Sometimes people afraid to face the words of truth so if you close to someone you will know how to say truth without hurt anyone...Lips is the guard from words of tongue so...keep loyal coz it is royal and noble _ :) Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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