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Absent Truth

So tell me…do you believe?
Say it clearly, then I’ll leave
Oh, you want me to stay?
Make it known, shout it away.
Tell me until the very words hurt.
Tell me until my ashes become dirt.
Tell me until the truth stabs at my open wounds,
endure the scent of my blood
And let me fade.





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