There's a book I read long ago,
Its content etched in my mind's flow.
A reminder that reality is both loving and cruel,
In its nature, a dualistic fuel.
I pondered upon the question it posed,
Which is better, honesty in cruelty exposed,
Or the comforting lies of love's embrace,
Both painful, yet distinct in their grace.
But what truly matters, I now perceive,
Is the order in which these feelings heave.
For I cannot escape their relentless sway,
Pain before truth or happiness to betray.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
