Lies…and damn lies

Funny, the severity of the cut depends on which side of the knife you are on.

Lying to preserve my autonomy, my sense of self, and my freedom feels benign.

Being lied to feels like a deep wound that gapes open, threatening to drop my guts to the ground.

 

honesty is one of the hardest things I’m trying to teach myself

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