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The truth
rips like a dull blade, shredding everyone around it. Pale tears track down heated cheeks, cool paths shine with truth's lying light. Alone in darkness truth is a shell, an empty promise not kept. As is the space I hoped that you would fill, once before you knew The truth.
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