Lie To Me, My Love
he inquired, the deep voice becoming even lower.
I nodded, although I didn’t know if I really thought that way. He is selfish for thinking about that. I’m confused and scared, but this is still me. I need to know about myself and become complete.
However, I won’t feel grateful. I still don’t trust him, even my husband. Actually, at this point, I don’t even know who I can trust. Can I trust still trust myself and my memories?
My tiredness has increased as a result of this realization. I feel like this world has been lying to me, and I’m terrified of the reason why.
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