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I'm either guarded as a prison cell or open as a wound. Always one extreme or the other. You'll either know nothing at all about me, or everything there is to know.
I have major trust issues. I've been burned far too many times so to be honest, when someone says to me, "please be honest with me", well, it now always makes me wonder if they really want to hear the truth or they really want me to tell them a 'truth' by lying to their face.
Sometimes, I find it hard to open up and be honest when I am too often afraid my honesty may be misconstrued. But on the flip side, the honest truth is so much easier to live with than the smallest lie.
At the end of the day I don't want to choke on the words I never said or drown in the thoughts I never shared. So, I can either say how I feel and fuck it up, or I can say nothing and let it fuck me up instead.
I'll take my chance and speak my truth.