Rumors will spread like bullets from a machine gun when am gone, only few of my friends will remember the good deeds that have done. Some will point finger and nail my past to the cross, all the sweet memories of my love life will be a loss.
Even though there's nothing new under the sun, but those I trust with my dreams and family will betray me and my son. The road ahead is dusty and full of snakes, nothing is safe here anymore like a room full of fake friends.
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Nice, it talks about the reality of life. Thanks