The truth hurts

The truth came softly, without a sound, Yet shattered walls I thought were sound. It burned through the lies I held so tight and turned my day into the night.

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It wore no mask, it brought no grace, just mirrored tears upon my face: no warning sign, no gentle hand. Just silence, I could barely stand.

It spoke of things I feared to know, and let illusions swiftly go. It pulled the veil from dreams I spun, and left me standing all undone.

But in that ache, a fire grew. To face what’s hard, to face what’s true. Though it may bruise, and scars may stay, The truth won’t ever drift away. It hurts, it heals, it breaks, it mends. And frees the soul when pretending ends.

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