Beneath the surface lies a truth,
A quiet whisper in the night.
It speaks of things we try to mute,
Of fears that never quite take flight.

The depths hold stories untold,
Where darkness and light interlace.
Here, all pretense must be cold,
For honesty's the only grace.

In these submerged corridors,
We find what makes us human true.
No need for masks or barriers,
Just simple trust in all we do.

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"stop performing. start meaning it."
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