14 июн. 2024 г., 17:55  

Your truth 

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What's the truth?, they ask.
Well, I'm not quite sure.
Is that you?, they ask.
No, actually, it's you.
How it is me?, they ask.
It's the mask you gave me.
The mask?, they ask.
It's the truth which
you could solely endure.

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