What Would You Do?

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afraid of lifes lies
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What would you do, if you found out you been lied to?
       What if the lie wasn’t told to just you?
      What if the lie had been told to the whole world too?
      What if the lie had to stay alive, until every one that was lied to dies?
      
Tell me, Would you be upset?
      Even if the lie originated from pure intent?
      If it had been meant for 1 person, or specific event?
      If the one who lied was simply playing pretend?
      If the lie was created to teach a lesson?
      If the lie meant to teach a child as a form of discipline?
      
Would it matter if the lie was intended to give strength?
      If the lie was needed to keep a person safe,
       if it was meant to protect?
      What if the lie could be used to a life as benefit?

If the lie is responsible for teaching you to be independent?
      If the lie is what helps a person learn to be self- sufficient?
      What if the lie was actually just a test?
      What if the lie was needed as a source to self reflect?

What if the lie is a test, that hasn’t even started yet?
      What if it only exists as a lie cuz that’s the terms we each decided to set?
      What if its left to us to decide if its worth be proven as a fact?

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