Truth.
It's like water,
It's something that flows freely,
Right through your fingers.
Also like mist,
Through your skull.
Though,
At times,
It's ice.
Cold and unforgiving.
Cutting deep within your soul.
Breaking walls of demented minds.
It's ice.
Piercing through hearts.
It's ice.
In shapes of diamond.
It's ice,
So it doesn't last long.
But it certainly hurts.
And leave marks,
Leave scars,
And not forgotten,
But,
No worries.
Overall;
It's just water.
Harmless and needed.
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