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Ugly Truth; Beautiful Lie

Ugly truth.

Beautiful lie.

Yet beauty cuts deeper

Than acknowledged truths.

Even if our eyes beg us

To stay shielded from the reveal.

We cannot prevent harm;

Only soften it.

And untreated wounds

Only fester under prolonged


So what do we gain

In Truth's delay?

A temporary glow;

Euphoric but misleading.

A euphemism for the real

Lurking beneath. Reeled

Into a fantasy of our own

Choosing. Our own adventure,

Lies somewhere between,

Confrontation and concession,

Of and to,

The ugly truth.


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