Truth be told. But lies are so comforting one on top of other, stacked carefully. sleeping beneath the comfort made of patches and stitches. An additional hand in support creeps in and grows around making truth completely invisible. Recasting overshadows. When the wound is surrendered it is cut and slit- open to show the agony caused inner complexities sugar coated cubes of poison and a hope for truth be told. But again disoriented stitched and closed. What lies beyond is an adventure You would escape any day but flip. An amateur. Some may walk out of their own skin pretend to have forgotten all. You moron. The simplest escape seems seeking truth, from ascendants to descendants giving history a pinch of honesty and display of bravery and courage. Truth is like el nino. Warm but destructive. You deny the existence and question the validity. Sweeping stains and wiping tears truth stands alone and feeble. Stashed beneath the power of blind faith and support - family fear, money and...
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