Yet, the truth may be paled in comparison. The truth was neither or nor something that was told. Because the truth was never spoken; only twisted versions of it. Praying on the emotions of others, the truth was no one saviour, only everyone's destruction. The truth was your evil step-mother that you still liked in a way but only a bit. You enjoyed being cinderella at the ball, not the cinderella that was left home alone without her gown.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
