The truth hurts. I know it does because I have felt it deep in the marrow of my bones and within the toxins that swim around veins I have never sensed having.

How do you become someone who tells the truth when you are someone who has always hidden behind half-truths?

How do you be real when all you know is deception?

How does one begin?

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