There is a lie you partake in.
It’s beautiful, so much that you do anything to not let it break. It’s so carefully constructed that you can’t see the truth that has been buried behind it.
If at all, the truth tries to find it’s way out, you quickly find that beautiful lie and hide behind it.
I was a part of a lie too — so beautiful that nothing else has ever come close.
It was my seed, but two other people watered it daily, one more than the other.
It grew up big and strong, so big that it consumed me.
The truth came forward many times, trying to talk to me, but I didn’t want to hear it because of the two people who kept my beautiful lie safe for me.
I always knew the seed was faulty, something I had scrounged for in the storm.
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