“Very often, all the activity of the human mind is directed not in revealing the truth, but in hiding the truth.” Leo Tolstoy
The self I wear, a moth-eaten coat, Its seams confess the sins I've sewn, The shadows I've embraced, the guilt I tote, A closet of what I've known.
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