You can say and say and say what you want, and live in your fantasy world, but
reality talks louder than you do.
And your actions scream louder still.
Reality stings more than denial, but I'd rather cut off my arm than continue to take a thousand little jabs.
And there's always someone who's happy to help me heal. There usually is, when I'm thankful for all the good in my life. When I shed my pathetic, self-depricating skin, I wear my joy well, and it becomes a magnet.
Like attracts like, and that's my chosen reality.
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