Truth is an image in the eyes of the beholder
A lie sparkles with gold
Words spoken
It does not convey what you think, feel and know
Black truth
Golden lie< br/>There is a flame in the heart
A thorn wrapped in velvet
It hurts more and more deeply
The silence absorbs more and more quickly
A bouquet of colorful memories
He is gone...
You are fighting a fight
With venom flowing from your mouth
The black truth
The golden lie is leaving
The black truth is left

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