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No Truth
I've forgotten of how truth sounds,
Some memories lay on my heart,
Distant, as lived through some other life
There are some fractured pieces
covered with lies.
I have forgotten truth's mild voice
And her appearance is fading too.
I stay phased in days
Weighing good from bad
Wrong from right
No truth to hold my hand and clear my sight.
I want to live and i want to die
No guides to lead
No comfort to soften the haze,
No truth to cool off the ablaze.
poem
by
Daria Domitrovic
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