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Why Sell Lies When The Truth Is Free

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“Yes, I know I am not perfect. I make mistakes, I overthink, and I overreact, too, but at least I am not like you. At least I don’t use people and then throw them out of my life when I am done. I don’t pretend to care just to fill my empty moments. When I give my time, I mean it. When I care, I genuinely do. I don’t treat people like options or memories that can be erased when they no longer serve me. Maybe I would have hurt you, but who doesn't hurt? Have you not hurt me ever?”

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“I can show you where to clip your own wings—I promise you won't need them to fly—Sit with me please, and I'll teach you to reach inside your chest and sever your heart. To crack it open. Slowly, slowly. It's better if you meet them already broken on your own terms. It's better if you put yourself back together in plain sight. Using all of their might. Even still they'll try to take credit, but we know the truth—I promise, this will make you divine—I can show you how to love without feeling and to make your kisses force healing.”

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“Here is a poem about being twenty-something: Like a filly breaking free from its stables. Ripping away from its harness and cables. Unaware of the fence it's been boxed into. Unaware of the danger that lies beyond everything it knew. Do not look back filly. Do not look back. Race on into that morning dawn. That blistering sun. That autumn fawn because when reality strikes all will be gone.”

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“Em sentia bella i poderosa, més que mai. Però, per alguna raó, tenia menys control sobre la meva bellesa que mai, necessitava tots aquells retocs, més que mai, necessitava agradar-li a aquell home, més que mai. I tot això, per què? Doncs perquè necessitava tenir el control, perquè creia tenir el control. Un control fràgil, molt fràgil. Un control determinat, tan sols, per la impressió que un altre s'emportés de mi; un control, que doncs, no era meu-”

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