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The truth isn't like the brush strokes of Vincent Van Gogh, nor the texture of the canvas he used It wasn't like seeing the yellow and orange sunflowers silently placed inside the insipid vase Truth isn't like seeing the starry night move across the blue sky I never knew what it is, and why
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
Truth
The truth isn't like the brush strokes of Vincent Van Gogh, nor the texture of the canvas he used It wasn't like seeing the yellow and orange sunflowers silently placed inside the insipid vase Truth isn't like seeing the starry night move across the blue sky I never knew what it is, and why
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
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