Truth


Tricky, Tricky, Tricky.
To tell or not to tell?
If told a few minds would crack,
Hearts even.
If kept a few minds would be at ease.
One wouldn't.
Never will it be.
They'll sit and think
Endlessly,
Silently
Alone.
Ignorance is bliss.
Omniscience isn't.

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