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the truth hurts. so bad. it's like ripping a plaster off a huge wound. and now that the plaster is off, you don't know what to do about it.
i think deep down i knew. but having someone reflect it to you, it cuts so deep. and it makes you feel so vulnerable. so so vulnerable.
how does the wound heal? or it's all about plastering over it again? hidden. so at least you aren't so vulnerable.
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