my understanding of the truth
i, delaney callor, am a
p a t h o l o g i c a l
liar, and that is, in fact,
the truth.
lies about what i
have seen and what i know
and who i know and
who i love and what i do
and anything, anything at all
that could give my mother
a bit of an inisght to
who i am.
i lied and lied and
sometimes i fear
that i myself don't know the truth.
that maybe i'll lose it.
that maybe i'll forget who i am.
who i am...
it's so shrouded.
help me find myself.
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visions
Puisithe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86