I was sitting on the cold chair , staring at the ceiling blankly . Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now. The same thing is happening to me I find Hard to breathe . . . what have I done with her life . . . I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.
I respect the innocent soul of herher because they
