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The truth is down the wishing well

She wants to wake up and tell you the truth

She knows secrets can make you ill

But the truth has become what we wish life to be

She cuts her arms to see how red her blood is

She had been told she bleeds just like the others

But she had to know what was real

She wanted to scream her truth

But no one was around to hear her

She taped her mouth shut

But was chafed by the silence

Her stomach burned beneath the truth rubbles

She was buried in the heated mud

She needed to crawl out from under

Claw her way to the wishing well

And maybe find her truths

Not that the world was waiting

For now the future was empty

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