We see the lies as flickers of snow falling down on the cracked pavement near an old bench we used to sit on.
And the truth is the slippery road guiding us home.
And I always seemed to trip when you were buried beneath the snow.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
PoetryWhen you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have o...
