"...I was like a bird, my wings once carried on a wind of lies. I would beat those wings to stay aloft, and when the wind suddenly died or buffeted me ...
It felt like all the truth got whitewashed with fake happiness," she said, "only it was not happy and it was worse than fake. It was dangerous
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It felt like all the truth got whitewashed with fake happiness," she said, "only it was not happy an...
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