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TRUTH
Truth is the asshole that shows up on your doorstep and invites himself in. It comes right up to you, rips the rose-colored glasses off your face and steps on them. Truth does not set you free, it destroys the happy place where you used to hide. When the entire foundation upon which you base your life on crumbles, then you have found truth. 4/1/2009
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