Strip me of my truths,
Strip me of my truths,
those that I've held on to for as long as I can remember,
the ones that twist and squeeze my psyche,
turning coggs the other way,
Bathe me in my tears that follow,
blankly staring - wondering about the meaning of my being,
I enter the shrine you have built for me,
I enter what I will from now on call my home,
Free from burden now I walk with lighter steps upon this earth,
I look around - the world I see is looking back at me at last!
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