The Real Me,
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Society are really Hypocrites, they wanted us to be true to ourselves but when we did, They Will Judge us,
Hindi ba nila alam na, Judging other people are like judging our god, Since he maid us from his own image, Mga tao nga naman, minsan asal hayop na din sarap pagsasampalin,
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