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Truth

Between the lines of truth and fake;
My own emotions start to quake,
From the fear held deep inside,
The darkness comes forth,
From the depths of my mind.

What is clear and what is a blur,
Slowly fade to nothingness,
As the cries from far below,
Teach me, tell me, hurt me so.

Between the lines of right and wrong,
I hear a dark little song,
With a voice as sweet as child's,
It sings with torment; hatred; a smile.

Love is true? Love is fake?
Both are a common mistake.
Between these lines of Love and Hate,
The only truth is yours to make