Truth, a convoluted river exists in the deepest of the ravine like the glistening ends of the skies it shines and glimmers in the darkness /a beacon of hope/ for the crestfallen souls when the darkness is sculpted in our benign existence screaming for hope a dream so divine. Truth, cuts like a double-edged sword …
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