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" Most of the time, lies are like having a needle dragged across the skin. If it only grazes the surface, and never leaves a mark, it doesn't faze the person that is being lied to. Other times, it’s like a tiny pinprick on your finger. It draws a little blood to the surface, but stings like hell. You might be sore for a while, but you eventually heal and move on. Then, there are the other times, when the cut feels like it came from a machete, slicing so deeply that healing feels impossible.
Max’s lie cut me right to the bone. "
― Loni Flowers , Witness to my Heart
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" I’m tired,” I said. My voice shook as I tried to restrain my tears. “I’m tired of all of it. The running, the paranoia, being scared all the time, and the sleepless nights. I want a normal life. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, it’s not. More than anyone, I believe you deserve it. The friends, the family—the house with a white picket fence, if you want it—you should have all of it.”
I shook my head. “I am not talking about those things. I just want to live without fear, love without consequence, and not be blamed for the actions of my past in my future. I want to experience being me. "
― Loni Flowers , Witness to my Heart