Don't Lie..... I Know the Truth
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Last published Sun, Jan 10, 2016
That one moment when everything hits the fan is always the clearest.
You see all your mistakes and how you should have handled the situation.
But alas the time for redemption has sealed shut with no means of opening up again.
So what do you do?
You'll lie of course.
Only the only product of lies and deceit is pain.
Pain for yourself or the person you lied to.
Either way it leads to pain.
And pain leads to heart wrenching, life changing decision that can never be undone.
**This story contain graphic that may not be suitable for readers under 14. Will contain sex scenes, cursing and situations that may be disturbing. So I ask any reader to read at their own discretion.**
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