The truth is like a knife
Cutting you away piece by piece
The truth may hurt
But its pure
Like the love of a mother
Or the tears from another day
The truth is like beauty
Pretty hurts, but I guess that's what it takes
To be pure
And true
Because the truth hurts.
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2016 14:08
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Recently I came to grips with something truly despicable I had done in the past in a foolish and selfish moment. And oh how cutting the truth was! You are soooo right. Nicely done.
Great jib
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