Category : Diary/Journal

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 An honest man does not exist. This is not limited by age, gender, or race. To deny this is a lie in and of itself. We lie because it is easier, but how it is easier varies from lie to lie. We have lied in fear of retribution for our actions. We have lied to guard our pride. Even still our silver tongues have whipped up a story or two to spare our loves the piercing strike of bitter truths. We have lied to spare pain and suffering first for others and then, with eyes averted, ourselves.
 We have forged the truth into a double edged sword. For honesty will bring pain to others and also to ourselves. Our lips have turned to stone our tongues lashing but ever silent. The truth must never be spoken but we can never find happiness in the Web of Lies they have weaved. The Truth! We demand, a gift we'll never give but order it to be given.
 Hearts are breaking. Your love is slipping and to hold you close the truth must be told, but the truth will hurttou. So, why? Why are you deserving? Why do you have the right to demand of me the truth. When true words have never left your lips. When lies are all you've given to me. I hate you and this world in which we live. These lies within my head. Everything is hazy. So what do I do? Do I tell you the truth? Will you see it through? Cause the chains unbind, and my lips begin to part and it's all about to start but are you ready? Do you know what you have asked? Do you know what you are wanting?
 Are you ready for the pain and the suffering? The agony of the bitter truth. A medicine we long ago abandoned except for drastic scenarios. How can I hurt you? But here I stand ready to speak. My mind as clear as a Texan day. I need the truth, so honesty I shall give. Freedom just enough for you to free me from these lies, I'm so confused. What should I do? Here I stand paralyzed between the sweetest lies and the most bitter truths. I don't know what to do.