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In shadows deep, where truth unveils a tear-stained sky,
Whispers echo honesty's plea, unveiling wild tales.
Bold and bare, truth stands alone—a beacon carving paths
Through a fragile life, daylight or midnight, it weaves a tapestry.
Embracing pain and grace in a sacred space,
Through whispered winds and thunderous cries,
A raw confession lingers—a haunting, wondrous dream.
If truth be told, nothing is further from it.
Truth, stronger than fiction, prevails, though the world may not embrace it fully.
Truth is the cry of all, yet often the deed of the few.
In life's varied means, truth holds a central, golden place.



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