Life, the Obstacle Course

My Life, Made of Your Lies

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My life, is composed, of all your lies, the lies of how you loved me, by shoving a TON of pointless, useless materials, UP my ass (and, let’s not forget ‘bout those $100 USD “bundles” that came once every year ‘round X’mas too!!!).

My life is, composed of your lies, you were my parents, but, instead of loving me, you’d lied to me about what love is, you’d, abused, and abused and neglected me, and I was too young to differentiate, besides, I’d, needed you, to survive.

…from Pinocchio

My life, made of your lies, it took me, a very long time, to separate the lies from the truths, and, I’d, groomed through, each and every tangled up strands of lies you’d intertwined me with, and, finally, separated, from all of it.

My life, made of your lies, well, NO more, I will NEVER lie to you, like you’d lied to me, to my own (as if I have one???), nor will I ever, hurt my own (still DEAD, remember???), the way you all had, hurt me, because I refuse, to follow this vicious cycle that I was born into, I’d, broken free, from the cycle of abuse and neglect, you all had, made me live in, and, nothing’s EVER, going to, suck me back, into that whirlpool again that’s for sure!!!

…not my photo.

My life, no longer made of your lies, and, I feel, I can, finally, inhale, and exhale, deeply, without, ANY obstructions, inside of my lungs, my airway, or my heart either…

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