The world is a strange place, isn't it? The people inhabiting it too, they are quite strange things. They're born into the world small creatures; dumb, useless, infant, and reliant little beasts. They can't talk, they can't do anything, until they start to grow. Grow they do like the bud of a soon-to-be flower, a black rose for instance. They're nurtured by their mother, and over the years their body, their insides, start to develop. Their brain becomes the roots to the stem, keeping them intact and alive. Parents have to teach them to speak and walk, though, just like their own fathers and mothers did. Sometimes, they try to teach their children how to be responsible, or how to fit into society, or how they should treat others.
However, that only comes with ones own discovery. Eventually, they start to blossom. Petals begin to outstretch, their core now vulnerable to the world. Gullibly, with open arms, they welcome the world, greet it with its stunning beauty. They're quite a lively flower, so young and flexible. But like every plant, like every heavenly flower, they shrivel up and die at an old age...or other amusing causes. Death be of stupidity, faulty blame, accident, nosiness, anything those people decide to get themselves lost in.
That's not what's strange about them, no. It's their ability to lie. Truth can be scary, but nothing's better than the truth. A lie just digs a deeper hole. Even when they hit stone, they keep on digging. It's a shame, y'know...too bad they fail to see it, even though they're the one holding the damned shovel of deniability. They think that lying will make others feel better, and like whatever godly situation they were in suddenly disappears and everything's okay. No, they're all mindless, cross-eyed, soft-hearted freaks to think such a thought. Everything will not be okay.
And I sit back and laugh as their lives begin to crumble...crumble, crumble, crumble...
Did you think you were exempt from this? Just because you're the reader? You don't think I know?
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roommates | darkiplier
Tâm linhIt's okay to keep secrets, especially if you know they won't hurt the persons involved...but what happens when they do? What happens when a simple lie, a simple secret, goes too far?
