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Jul 4
What Is Truth?

A mirror,
cracked in your own hands.
Each shard shows a different face —
and all of them are you.

You ask,
“Is this the truth?”
But the mirror never answers —
it only reflects
what you’re willing to see.



So keep asking.
Keep breaking mirrors.
Truth isn’t something you find —
it’s something you become.
Written as a Luziferian echo of Socratic doubt. Truth is not a destination, it’s a confrontation — a rebellion against illusions. This is for those who dare to break mirrors and question what they see
Vazago d Vile
Written by
Vazago d Vile  52/M
(52/M)   
13
   Lyle
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