I've made all of this look too easy.
So easy it's easier made for you to critique.
Even reading between the lines,
You will never feel my sentiments.
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I remember being told,
My wishes to climb fences...
Didn't make sense.
Or my escapades to escape to places,
...
It has been a while since I was a child.
And everyday someone will ask...
If I still use a pen and pad to write.
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The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
...
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
Or...
...
There is more nonsense being rejected today,
Than any other time in people's lives.
And this is the very same nonsense once protected,
To defend...
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There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
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Kept to us most precious,
With claims that remain dear and treasured...
But ironically freed,
From those experiences we had agonized...
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Didn't I tell you not to use,
That kind of language 'inside' this house?
'Yeah, but mommy...
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