In reality, truth is suppose to be a virtue. In this culture, it’s more like a disability. It’s gonna really hurt you. If one decides not to lie, one will lose their pride. I should have known that she was going to hurt me. It was evident, by the look engaged through those paralyzed eyes. I was simply blind. I didn’t see the signs, that she was going to be complicated and unkind. But now I know the truth. I’m glad I was cut loose. I was feeling unappreciated, devastated, like I had a rope around my neck in a tight noose. She was a figment of my imagination. These sentiments I had for her were simply my creation. At one point, having glimpses of elation. Now it’s bleak, just signs of impatience. Portrayal of being weak, when I was just being meek. And she had to take advantage with her sexual release. Placed her on a pedestal, when I should have fixed my mind on cynical. Would have curbed some pain, made things less critical. Should have kept things categorized to what they really were, it was just physical. Would have saved much ridicule. Would be feeling less pitiful. Ego would’nt be so minuscule. Manifested new rules. Act calm, collected, not like a lovelorn fool. Contrary reaction, end up feeling like a fool. Listen to the scripture. If one deviates, relationships produce a fatal mixture. And that illusion that engulfed, retired, and revealed into a distorted picture.
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