It is painful at first
Because of the light.
Just like the truth,
It shines bright.
The light blinds
You at first
Much like the truth.
At times the truth hurts.
You close your eyes in disbelief
Because you have been awaken
From your blistful sleep.
You mourn the death of honesty
As you begin to cry
You mourn the death of trust
As you realize you were living a lie....
Written by DyMond
Cutta
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