Poem No. 22

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Paper

Truth, some may say,
Is not so black and white.
Real, some may say,
Is all a matter of sight.
But to me,
I can see,
That truth is not smiling when expected,
The truth is not being polite,
And changing yourself for the sake of others.
Truth, is not changing yourself,
Truth, is not lying to yourself,
Truth, is not being someone else.

Truth, is not being Paper.

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