FAKE PEOPLE
They came in ironed clothes and polished shoes. But their heart is as dirty as the mud. They appear before you as saints.But they are really fake. They buy your heart and use it to clean their ass. They show kindness but the kindness is for makeup. They play with your heart in the field but never score the goal. Are these people or demons in ironed clothes. We are all the same we feel bad if people hurt us.But hurt people with smiling face. People are all the same. Fake people.
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