Tell me that once upon a time is never over. That a beautiful beginning means the continuation of what's left of a disastrous ending. Show me that for his dream to come true mine has to remain a dream. But whatever you do, don't tell me that everything is meant to be good. Because without something bad to happen, nothing good comes to stop it.
Don't tell me beautiful lies that will kill me eventually, tell me the crude truth that will strengthen me; prepare me for what's to come. Do not sugar coat it because you think it'll ruin my youth, you will only secure my end.
Tell me the truth.
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Hidden Mysteries
PoetryPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
