Truth

I didn't want the truth. I already knew the truth.

Still, I screamed for it, begged for it.

I wanted to be worng. The truth I thought I surely knew.

Still, Time stood paralyzed in it, I was lost in it.

Confirmation is not victory, only clarity.

Replaying the altered realities bound in lies.

Take it away.

The truth I can't unknow.

Detroyer of today and the yesterdays.

Rewriter of tomorrow.

I didn't want the truth.

I wanted to be wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My family
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