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There's no one that I know not been hurt by a lie,  who've felt like they have been stabbed through the heart. 
Some bleed just a little, some are made to cry, and some from their loved ones do part.
Lies can be big and lies can be small, with some not intending to hurt. Others can bring down governments when people start  throwing the dirt. 
There are people who lie more than others,  to feel big, or to be who they're not. To lie they have lots of possessions,  when in truth they have not got a lot. 
People who say they are not where they are, and get a friend to confirm this is true, the lie  gets bigger and bigger because then it is shared by two.
We start lying when we are children when talking to our mum,  I didn't push my brother, I didn't steal the cookies,  this is the start of things to come.
Living with a compulsive lier can really make you weep, when the only relief you get from their lies is when they are asleep.
People have always been lying ever since Adam lied to Eve, there can't be a world without it, of this we must concede. 
The truth can hurt, but lies hurt more, and the truth can never be changed. 
But a lie can be what you want it to be, malicious, wrong, but never right, and can always be re- arranged.