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“[Lying is] a betrayal to one's self. It's evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are... The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you.”

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Book:Theft of Swords
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Theft of Swords

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Michael J. Sullivan
Michael J. Sullivan

Michael J. Sullivan is an American author known for his fantasy novels. His works are celebrated for their rich imagination and compelling narrative techniques. more

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