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The Search

I searched

And finally found their truth

Which is nothing but pretensions

In fake wrappings

And now my spirit is bruised

But I would rather accept brokenness

Than false uprightness

Held aloft in deceit and lies

I built

But like all else

Without a foundation

It soon crumbled and fell

I sought reality

But encountered an elaborate plan

Contrived to destroy my outer self

And all that can be seen

But my inner self survived

And remained who I truly am.


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