Two sides to every story.
A person can be two faced, actually.
One side a lie, the other the truth.
Or maybe only the partial truth.
It's not gonna make sense to you or me.
But the one who harbours the secret,
isolating it and not allowing it to ever surface,
burying it under huge mounds of guilt, sorrow, sadness, madness,
is suffering.
Who would have known?
I sure as hell didn't.
This is only because they didn't believe that it was important to let it breathe for a second, or see if we will even be able to comprehend the complexity behind their original reason as to why they kept it hidden from us.
Utter insanity.
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Song: She (Harry Styles)
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