There are certain truths, that have been with me now for nearly a decade. A list of ideals that served as a reminder. A testament to a scorned heart. Notions such as ‘She talked about trust, but forced me to learn forgiveness’. ‘She talked about redemption, but left me in hell’. Foundational passages like ‘She talked of opportunity, but never gave me a chance’. The truth I realize, in all of it’s brutality, as time tilts ever forward, is that the me and she in these woeful, tiny tales of misery, could change places. The truth however, would remain constant.
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