Truth
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Truth was the thing you always tried to avoid. No! I didn't say you lied to me but hiding the truth is worse than a lie. You had convinced even yourself with the things you always tried to console me. It wasn't love. If it was love, then it would never had ended like this. You were too stubborn to accept your mistakes and too mad about me. Even I didn't want separation but the situation forced me to take that decision. You showed me the side of yours that I had never imagined. I still can't believe you can go that far to defame anyone. I cannot accept that and I said that at your face. I know it's rude but I can't help with this attitude of mine. You made it sure that I don't feel guilty about leaving you. Immaturity is also tolerable only upto a limit but you crossed all the limits. The truth is that I loved you more than you ever deserved but you always had doubts. The truth is that you were too immature to know the difference between love and obstinacy. The truth is that you never tried to understand me. You always pretended to be unknown of the facts and you always tried to convince me that I was at the fault. Truth is the thing you always avoided and the truth is that we are not together now. I wish you will realize it later but I couldn't take it enough. God Bless you my love. ************************************************************************************************
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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