What truth beholds
has a way of consuming you.
The origin of any emotion
Leaves one In question
In disbelief.
As human beings
We constantly fight ourselves
Our reasoning
and our reasoning Behind our doubt.
In the midst of all emotions
We bypass our hitch to sanity.
In search for a deeper truth.
A more acceptable meaning I
For the truths
We'd rather not behold
In the end
To deny anything we disagree with
Then what are we searching for?
A cross between honesty
And smooth hallucinations
Of anything comforting
Until these truths
Make me cry tears of joy.
Tell them again.

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