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The Ladybugs Diary

This phrase ahead these next three words I heard one say, 'the truth hurts' yeah who says?
That line alone is what caused deepest pains.
In a home of honesty two girls were raised, daughters who know truth means good things come your way.

From generations of friendly folk who built quaint towns upstate, a place that has honest people residing there to this day.
Great historical value, great men alike born and raised, whom wed women of trust, faith, goodness of heart that carry their weight.
A family is born and again bear their name for their good laws abide them good young to teach fully truths ways.

Great genes know that truth shall not hurt! It feels amazing it's grace, as it empowers the core of the souls livelihood.
Strong as the values instilled, are the morals stood. Truth feels as good as dinner food for each day it's needed and each day it's absorbed to survive again, a gift.

Who said it hurts? Where are they now?
I bet they are far underground.

And what kind of life does truth make him frown?
Grown without truth, who are you, reveal yourself now!
Shun the fools who think truth hurts! It's the liars that thieve, the liars that harm.
It's the liars who harm human goods, the liars the foul the neighborhood, the jerkoffs that pollute the water supply even though it says 'Toxic, do not ingest, ' on the label outside they let evil take over and pour it all in.

I bathe in the truth, I bathe in knowledge, I know where my water comes from and what poison they put in our tap so I rinse in truth down to the source I find. For I will not feed my kids lies.

I cherish its feeling for it's all I know, a honest girl grown, eating truth soup.
Life of true made a life respect.
Take a bite and let's wrap this up swallow the truth because it's good for you and fine taste it brings for humanity does not cheat each other by default.

If liars preside get them out, for you will know the pain well it's called deceit, a devil's tool that we always watch for because who wants their garbage food when the truth is melting over with sweet incredible indulgence like chocolate fondue.

To be told the truth, to tell it to shall it be your only gratitude besides food? For if I had to live without truth I would not want to stay because it's far better another deeper far away place.

If truth hurts than a flower petal is rough, sharp, and hard.
No it is not! Feel the flowers delicate leaf, feel it's soft satin sanctuary!
And look what's inside nectar (like truth) deep inside, where hummingbirds come to drink the food that gives strength to it's wings to eat 200 insects that would've bit you later that day! Thank the land, thank the food, thank the flowers, thank the truth!

A perfect scent blooms at shoulder's height do men stop to smell the nectar of her sweet bloom? Or are humans oblivious to what even a bug knows first, that all nature is good, it comes with simple truth just look round you.
Spinning planet green and blue,
gave you the tools, now whom abuses that is the hurtful ones selling lies as your truth.

Like the ten percent of bad bugs who eat the flowers before the dew, there is the bad humans spinning the integrity built lovingly for mankind to roost. So to rephrase the three words a different way, I shall proclaim the truth, it is not just great it's our future do you want liars involved or sweet juicy truth, it's good for you, essential too.

Know who gets hurt in the path we will rescue you too,
but first let's see who thinks that his own truth hurts him too much to even say the words....'tell us truth, 'we will pull it out of you.
Like the good gardener after the weevil we rid pests from fruit ripe. Dishonesty is not needed, no good, that is what taste bad, not the glorious golden truth you just had.

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