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SAIL!

I'm sitting on the floor in my bathroom, this is the first time I've been inspired to write in months and like you'd guess, I'm inspired by blinding pain.

All my life, since I can fucking remember, I've wondered why some certain people treat me a certain type of way. For years, I couldn't get answers so I tried to fix something I didn't have a clue about.

At 20, I'm here wondering if all the soul searching, quest for answers, zeal to breakthrough and all I had to go through were necessary.

I'm surrounded by lies! Lies everywhere! I've beat myself up for so many years for what wasn't my fault and while I'm relieved I wasn't at fault, I'm utterly bewildered. After all these years, the people I've fought to protect have been lying to me.

I don't know how to feel and I know this doesn't make any sense but I'm this close to losing it. This close.

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  1. Anonymous13 March 2019 at 15:24

    Lying is a form of self-preservation.
    We lie or prepend more lies to our already full nest of lies to hide what is true.
    The truth is we are scared of who is who and how much of you is truly you.
    Words of encouragement, be you, like a child not scared to hurt places his palm over a burning stove.

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