Truth

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As I sit and stare,
He seams to have no care.
In anger we all flare,
But secrets we won't share.
The truth is so rare,
Though we all need some air.
As we all swear,
Who,what, when, how, where.
We are always able to scare,
Even with the tiniest blare.

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