Truths That Lie

Truths That Lie

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I am a child of society's standards, one that is to be expected to behave the way I do. An ill-minded little girl that had no sense of direction. But yet I knew, I know what those whispers of white lies said about me. Lovers a many. Somethings are better left unsaid then revealed to the world of judgement. Everthing has a price to pay. But it was nice that at a time I knew I was loved. I was somebody who disobeyed, then I learnt that a person shouldn't have even been given a choice. As they will always try to bite of more then they can chew. While on the concept of relationships, you should know never to truly love nor trust. If you shared with them, you should have known what they'd do to destroy you
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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