War in the house,
peace is on her heels,
best friends now enemies;
the ever changing world
One moment they are holding hands,
next second, they eat the beef,
tolerance is the key-they can't pick the lock
It's not all about the smiling masks,
smiles disappear, scars don't;
the scars, a seal of true friendship
So stop staring at the scars, a
glance at all is poison;
let the sleeping dogs lie, let
the evil thoughts die
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