The truth is a wall.
A mountain in the desert.
You can fight it, you can flounder in
the sand.
But you can never get away from it.
Once the truth takes root it takes
over.
Immovable, inescapable.
Running will not carry a body away.
The truth remains a ruthless pursuer.
A mountain that always haunts in the
back of one’s mind.
One way or another it will be faced.
Whether by embracing it, or by
crashing into it at a thousand miles an hour.
The truth stands in the end.
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