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Oct 2010
The truth, it an ugly
thing. It runs around,
keeping the truth away
from you. You can never
get to it no matter what.
Slowly it drives you
insane you can't stop
thinking about. What
is it holding... Then one
day the truth is yours
and it only makes
your life worse.
Because I had learned
the truth...

The truth is ugly.
Written by
NZ
800
     Lior Gavra and NZ
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