THE YEARS OF TRUTH
There comes an age
when lies grow tired
when masks feel heavy
on ones skin.
The years reveal
what youth ignores
who truly stayed
what truly mattered.
Truth rarely boast
It does it quietly
stripping illusions
without apology.
And when it comes
nothing remains the same.
The years of truth
change everything.
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