𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

Fake

I have been into different places and I have mingled with different people - that's why, I know too well who are true and not. I can read between lines and can even read even with the absence of words. And you know, in your sweet galére are people of different kind - tall and short, white and brown, flawless and not, pretty and ugly. Some are fainthearted and some are high - and - mighty. Some are spruce and some are unkempt.

In your sweet galére are people of different beliefs and culture - some are naive and some are cosmopolitan. Some are opulent and some are penniless.

But in your little mind full of grace and fineness, why are you still accepting those who you are considering as gross, unornamented and plain- vanilla? Why are you still enduring the fact that you have to smile to those who you are considering as filthy people?

My dear, I get it - I so get it. You are a synthetic being and you are nothing but fake. You are a fiend in a human form who takes advantages over kind and free of guile people. You are a user. And you call yourself a friend? Yes, you are but the fake one.