Sunday, July 5, 2015

the truth

Tell the truth.

I don't want to tell the truth.

Tell the truth.

I'm afraid of the truth.

Do it.

People read too much into truth. They reinterpret it according to their own view of the world. Their view of you.

DO IT!

I was born under muddy water. I didn't know right from wrong, no.

Cut it out.

By the time I was born, there were four other siblings.

I know that one too. Get to your story.

That actually IS my story.

You know what I mean.

I am the daughter of poor circumstances. I bargained with the future and I took my chances.

You're impossible.

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