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All the truth could not have prepared me.
The weight on my shoulders has turned into air.
But the ground beneath me has split open, so now I'll just fall slower.
I am the poison on the tip of the sword.
I am the knot in the noose.
I am the army over the valley -
But facing you, I have no threat.
You've always held all the cards, I've just been good at keeping face.
Pain is my marionette, I hold the strings too tight to ever break character.
But this may be a mountain to hide.
This may be the truth for my charade.
And for this truth, I am so unprepared.
