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    The truth
    My name is not Ruth (definitely not, Ruths are full of kindness I have met a few)
    I look in the mirror
    And what do I see
    This face staring back at me,
    My face is not really me.
    What’s behind those eyes of steel
    Memories? Of a far distant past
    Wanting to forget, yet remembering still.
    The water continues to flow,
    never-ending cycles of life
    people live, people die
    I am in this cycle, I can’t escape
    but the water lives, will never die.
    When all the while
    My thirst cannot be quenched.
    Flow river flow.

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