When weaving your life with threads spun from lies, one either must cut away the entangling and offending strands or wrap themselves within it's shroud.
I hate to be melodramatic, but I'm learning exactly how true it is.
Because it's true; secrets and lies and make-believe realities have been the only things that have let me survive thus far.
Just like any other person out there. Regardless of how typical my situation is, the realization still hurts.
And emotional breakdowns before going to bed never result in a good night's rest.
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