The sad truth.

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    The sad truth.

    Even though I know I could, I have no courage to change.
    All the fears I've kept locked inside, keep me locked inside my own cage.

    Now that the years have passed I've seen the error of my ways. So I told her all of my secerets. It was really hard for me.
    With her eyes full of understanding, her love set me free.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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