In All Honesty
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Rave likes to think that she feels no guilt, no pain, no emotion. Because she simply doesn't care. But in all honesty, when she lost her dad, it hurt, when she scraped her knee, it bled and it hurt, and when she looks at Evan she's happy.
Why can't she simply admit it?
"The truth hurts. And I don't wanna be able to feel it."
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I remember what I told him that night.
To a fault.
I don't think I even felt guilty for saying it. Then.
"You believe every word I say, as long as I add a smile with it. I never even meant any of it. And in all honesty, you'd be sitting here living in it, as if it was real."
Evan was blank. "All of it?" he questioned.
"All of it, 'I love you's' and all".
It hurt him, and I knew it.
It never hurt me till today, and know I wish I never said a word to any living soul.
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