Take every lie you've heard,
To repeat to tell.
With a purpose perceived,
Had been worth it.
Just don't be too hard on yourself,
When maturity and with an aging done...
Comes to haunt to reveal a truth,
Removed from a doing of deceit.
Now...
With time reminisced.
Had your willingness to be popular,
With a gaining of it to get...
Diminished at all your mental anguish?
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