The Truth
Regardless if one wishes to hear or not to hear, The Truth simply cannot be changed. Truth must be accepted, its ones priorities that need to be rearranged. Animosity towards each other, stabs and wounds the heart and mind. Killing a person internally With no tranquility to find. Tis painstakingly true From ones own self they can not hide Whatever hand you are given, each play you must wisely decide. For much like an infinitely transforming masterpiece, With many secrets to conceal, The Artist chooses carefully in time which ones to Reveal.
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