The only thing truth to deceive it,
Leaves.
Is resentment.
Eventually returned,
Back to the ones...
Not to expect,
Telling lies on others...
To feel good about it,
Is temporary.
And when discovered,
They had been liars...
Most of their lives.
Difficult it becomes,
Explaining why they were told.
With a taking more lies and reasons why,
Those already victimized,
Should have known all about it.
Since the people who believed the lies,
Told those same lies to others too!
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