The Art of Deception
I just wanted to be heard, to be understood.
"I'm just so tired," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being betrayed. I'm tired of being a good person, tired of being a good wife. I just want to be me, to be free from all of this pain and heartache."
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As I sat there, pouring my heart out to the stranger, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The emotions, the pain, the heartache - it all became too much for me to bear. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, my head nodding forward.