Truth
Truth is not something you imagine.It doesn't hide behind any walls,
it's not something you feel, it hurts when you’re faced with it.
Truth is plain to see, because it's an act of what you do and not what you say.
When it comes time, it will reveal itself, through its beauty or ugliness.
That’s what truth is when you get to know it.
They say it sets you free and it does, from what you didn't want to face.
Like a monster in the center of a labyrinth, it can also be an angel,
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