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We all chuckle and say True but is for the bitterness in as
much

As Apparent not to mention the fallacies of Truth itself for
what is Untruth

Time has an element of surprise makes you wonder whether

The Illusion is real and vice versa

But it is clear or at least appears to be clear

That path is true like suffering while happiness

Is a state of being very fickle while Pain lasts it does not kill

But makes you sapped a wound so deep

So we have come to terms with well what is true and what is

Untrue

Its elementary to be honest is to be true or is it so

But we are all asleep

Cos is it being true the Truth or goodness is Truth

Is there a link and

The Evening cascades the Sun prepares its Final Descent

But it does give one

A feeling of Dismay of having wasted the hours and minutes
and seconds

In half thoughts while time ticked in precision and the Time

It laughed as

The Rays get golden it reminds the goodness oof beings

A Smile could make many a Hungry soul

Some Respite

As Hunger is Real is True

And Pain

Truth