The truth is that I’m broken. My first kiss was with a guy that had lead me on for years beforehand and would tell me beautiful lies because I was too weak to hear the truth; the truth is that I love him for those lies. My first best friend turned out to be a bitch, and now we don’t even talk; the truth is that I miss her more than anything else in the world. My first love was my best friend when I was 13 and he told me he was gay; the truth is that sometimes my heart still beats a little fast when he crushes me in a hug or tells me I look beautiful. The truth hurts. It gnaws away at us when we keep it inside and burns through thickets of lies when released. By keeping the truth inside, I’m breaking further and further each day. Speak now.
(laura)
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