Scared Their outside. Standing on my porch. Silent but glaring eyes. They don't say anything but they see everything. They lie. Oh, they lie. Oh, I know so. They want to be friends. Only to know your dirty secrets. They want to get under your skin. Like a chill in December. They don't care. Unless they get their fame. They're taught to lie. With an innocent face. Who's the truly deceptive?
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