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Four Conversations I’ve Had With The Truth

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‘You knew, didn’t you?’

Truth sits opposite me, perched in their usual chair. It’s two in the morning, the sky beyond the windows shrouded in deepest indigo. Sleep has proved evasive, my mind preferring to rifle through years of accumulated musings and experiences rather than switching off. On nights such as this, it is only a matter of time before the knock…