Letters Addressed To Murugi
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Murugi, love lies. I've lived to lie to myself innumerable times I loved you. See, a lie told repeatedly is perceived to be true. Truth hurts and I hate it.
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They say that love is once in a lifetime. They say that when you find the one, that's that. He was mine. But sadly, reality tested us. I would like to say that sometimes you love someone too much to avoid the obstacles. It blinded me, it corrupted me. But that's why I dared.
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