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Lie Till' Yu Die.

We all lie — once a day or so, according to most studies. But usually we tell little lies, like "your new haircut looks great!" And most of us can control when we lie or what we lie about. But some people lie repeatedly and compulsively, about things both big and small.


I'm convinced that the people who lie to me forget the lies they say to me...

Excuses are BULLSHIT;
Reasons No longer mean shit to me.

s(he) be(lie)ve(d)


At Some point in time you have to take responsibility for all the ugly shit you do to people,, if you hurt someone somebody is going to hurt you even worst.

Friendship is not capable of ending; For if it ends it is only because it never existed.

-Let Me Go.
Because this isn't going to work out.. Once You Stab Me In My Back; I'll Pull It Out & Stab You In The Throat.

I can smile & put up a front like everything is cool & gravy but deep down inside i HATE YOU..
[Hate is a strong word but i mean it with every consonant & vowel that makes up the word. ]

This isn't a subliminal message; it's a few people i feel this way about.
[It's ] LIKE i expect them to come up with some type of lie to make it through the day...

Is Their a secret society of liars??
Do they get satisfaction out of lying to the people who care about them the most?
Is it an adrenaline rush or some time of high when lying?
----If that's the case smoke some weed or something. Anything that tickles your fancy..

Lying to someone is seriously the ugliest verbal form of an insult...
It shows the lack of respect you have for them as well as the amount of disloyalty you have towards them.

& at the end of the day you have to answer to someone
ALOT HIGHER THEN THE PERSON YOUR LIEING TO...

But if you dont have a problem with the lies you tell on a regular basis,,,
LIE TILL' YOU DIE.

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