Tag: deceit

• Meet your Truth.

  Remember playing with magnets as a child, and how they would either click together or be repelled apart?

  I was reminded of magnets as my friend talked about situations we get into in relationships, where we are going along with mutual attraction and then somehow we get flipped around and now are being repelled apart.

  I recalled the magnet’s inner wisdom was much smarter than our strength, no matter what we did; they knew when they matched or when one of them was turned the wrong way, in order to click together they had to be facing the right way.

  And it was fun to feel the push away from these seemingly innate objects, like they had a mind of their own.

  The image of my friend’s hands and how they moved to resemble magnets stayed with me as I looked at my husband and myself and how we seemed at odds, and how we trying to realign ourselves.

  It seemed his truth and my truth didn’t match, and our bodies knew, repelling replaced our old attraction.

  My body has a magnet of its own and the flesh is just a covering on top and beneath my skin is this energy field that knows things my wandering mind misses.

  And my mind has learned that by faking it or pretending to be okay when the body is not, is fruitless for what I seek most is for the body to teach my mind.

  I listen and receive signals of distress or of peace.

  In the past I was the opposite; I turned away from the signals and bull headedly marched on, heedless to the discomfort my body screamed.

  My mind that had been taught what to believe, what was right and what was wrong and it neglected to seek counsel of my body. In fact the body, I was taught, was full of sin and it had the devils magnetic field that would pull us asunder.

  You would go to Hell if you followed your body; Heaven was to be gained by following your mind.

  Your body was your greatest enemy.

  As I write this, I know that my childhood religion was threatened by the wise wisdom of this knowing body.

  Imagine the wonderful creation of God, this highly functioning self-healing living breathing body being the devils property?

  What the religion was teaching was to go against the magnetic pull of my own body.

  With this being my background I as accustomed of turning away from my body, of shunning its desires and passions and neglecting the wise inner gut feelings and focusing instead of following the masses, the church leader and listening to what he and they felt was best for me.

  Stepping away from my body I lived disconnected and out of touch…I worked religiously against my own magnetic pull.

  Imaging going against your own truth!

  It is incredible to me that we all have these wonderful magnets that are infused into all our cells, and they know what is true.

  If you use your body like this big lie detector or treat it like a magnet for truth that it is, your life will be less complicated.

  I watched my daughter and how she appeared physically in our world while she lived a lie. Like a diseased plant she began to fail.

  What I notice about my body is it likes it when I speak the truth, even if the truth sounds bad, it cheers.

  When I was on our local school board and the president of the board lived in another city, but was on our board, it made sense to my body to say, “You have a pretend house in Chassell, so you can be legitimately on our board.” I told him, a man who pretended to live here and who had a fake home in our town were directing me on the board.

  My body felt better being there with the truth hanging out. And I knew better than putting trust or faith in a pretending man.

  So, even if you can’t make moves to get out from beneath the lies don’t lie about your situation; give your body the full report.

  It is not the actual reality that distresses the body, but us telling the body it isn’t really there. It likes to have a well-balanced reality accounting sheet.

  I love that I am aware of my body’s magnet and how its preset to the truth, how I can rely on it subtle and not so subtle readings, how it vibrates at a certain note to gain my attention, letting me know when I am not seeing or being in truth.

  My Universe and this magnet are connected and both dance perfectly in harmony with reality.

  My body thrives best in the reality of truth and I speak reality’s harshest truths with great courage for I now what happens when I don’t. I get repelled away from peace, love and joy.

  My magnet is set uniquely for me and I get anxious and scared when lies pile up and truth seems far away…

  Namaste, means the Spirit in me recognizes the Spirit within you…what I believe maybe more beneficial is my truth wants to meet your truth.

  March 19, 2011

  anxiety, body, cells, deceit, diseases, energy, fear, holistic, integrity, knowing, lie detector, lies, love, magnetic, mind, Namaste, pull, reality, relationships, Religion, spirit, truths

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• Hide what isn’t there.

  “Speech as opposed to telepathy used by the animals…and the silence of muktas arose due to a need to be untruthful, and have a deeper involvement in material.” Tony O’Clery

  Speech arose due to the need to be untruthful is what I get from this quote, that we use language to deflect the true meaning of our actions or to excuse behavior.

  Immediately I thought of dogs and how we learn who they are by how they behave. A friendly dog acts friendly and an unfriendly dog acts unfriendly.

  What we miss is the excuse or reason an unfriendly dog is unfriendly, we take it as it is for they don’t have the luxury of words to sway us to believe otherwise.

  And we don’t have unfriendly dogs trying to be friendly, by speaking nicely over feelings of unfriendliness.

  Dr. Maya Angelou quote, “People show you who they are, Believe them.”

  Yet time and time again, we will take the words above the action.

  “I love you” will override the abusive action.

  “I am sorry or please forgive me,” is a way to deflect away from the behavior.

  What if we all stood with how we acted each time?

  What if we address immediately the action?

  What if words were used to just speak of actions?

  How often are your words used to get the other person to not believe your actions?

  Owning our actions seems like a really simple thing, but often times our actions alone are untruthful, we go places we don’t want to go, we do things we don’t feel right doing, we go along to get along.

  We get lost to what our own standards are for we get used to doing things for peace and to not be a stick in the mud, to be seen as okay, or a million other reasons.

  Due to this speech thing, we can tell ourselves we are doing something for a good reason, even when the behavior is bad for us and for others, we will find an ulterior motive that makes it okay.

  It is like the Picketers at funerals of soldiers, they feel that their message overrides all events taking place.

  What they fail to see is that their behavior is actually screaming above the signs, their true nature is showing, their hatred and fear arises long before a sign of love.

  They say they are warning us of God’s wrath, what they are displaying is their own wrath.

  The visual of picketers is what I often times feel of people who tell you one thing but do another. That we are supposed to keep our eyes focused on the sign and not see where they are walking and over who they tromp, just focus on the words, like a mad hypnotist of lies they bend us to believe opposite of what is truly going on.

  If you look at the world through the eyes of babies or animals, you would see things differently.

  “Out of the mouths of babes” comes truth, for they have not learned the power of words to hide what isn’t there.

  March 4, 2011

  acting, actions, animals, deceit, funerals, God, hypnotist of lies, lies, picketers, signs, telepathy, words, wrath

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• Go with the Flow.

  United we stand united we fall, divided we stand divided we fall…are two phrases that ran around in my head as I laid my weary brain down to sleep.

  There has been a humming of difference going on in our home, a vague and nagging two party rule.

  This split difference seemed to be two strong individuals doing what they felt was right for them and it didn’t affect the atmosphere within our home, for our individual expressions were directed to those who did not live with us.

  Sure we had awkward uncomfortable moments, but they would only arrive when say a party was to be attended and we both didn’t go…yet we both could please ourselves.

  Me by staying home, and them by going, two drastically different responses to one event.

  It seemed to be this great wide-open free space of self-expression and allowing, and it was.

  What happens if our differences fall into our own home, where a person in our relationship changes and our responses are different?

  It became crystal clear to me that we were at a cross roads, both individually and as a team.

  The individual harmony of our home is tipping and sliding and churning over the way we both deal with actions that go against our moral code.

  My daughter’s changing actions have set in motion and are displaying our stark contrasts, where we are both sitting in a very tight spot.

  A spot that we both drew comfort in and it allowed us to be ourselves, we may be asked to leave.

  What we are being asked is to stand with that sentiment or to reverse and head in another direction; it truly is a turning point in our relationship.

  If my daughter continues in the direction she seems to be heading in, she will also change the direction our marriage, it will be the trigger that goes off and we will then be asked to change as well.

  She is the key that will turn this all.

  Our response is the echo and the reply and what I know from past behaviors, we answered differently.

  Can we form as a team and come up with an answering response that will honor both of us?

  I see the looming bends in our river, the rapids that will require each of us to hold to our course and see not one boat called family, but three different canoes.

  I see how the current in each of our lives may lead us down separated journeys, how the potential for parting is strong, how our differences become stronger not weaker, how their forces propel and repel.

  Within each of us lies our sense of self, our value and self worth and that alone is the motor that steers our choices, speaks our voices, and their clamoring for individual power drowns out the unity we once had.

  It isn’t the direction that they are heading in, or the rapids beneath them, but rather the integrity within each boat, the honesty and character that directs these boats in their direction.

  It seems that the Universe pulls them toward like-minded boats; our separation isn’t what the heart wants, but rather what our actions lead.

  The freedom that I lovingly gave that had us all happy in our separate boats, is now coming to bear.

  There is a fork in the river now, a change in the stream, a curve that bends their lives from mine… what I can’t know for sure is will they take the curve or change something inside of them.

  It isn’t me, but the river of life and how you change or it changes you.

  At the end of the day, I am a lady of my own character who has no choice but to follow where it leads…reality wins only but 100% of the time, it is futile for me set my canoe against it.

  This is what happened last time, six years ago, where my canoe didn’t go where the rest all went, where the river bent, and my character simply couldn’t go with the flow against the river of reality.

  I see my daughter’s canoe swirling lost in the struggle against the rivers flow, not wanting what is and lying to make it right, twirling in the swirling waters going against life’s truth, trying to make something right out of what is wrong.

  I have seen this branch of the river before, I have watched as many family members’ canoes got stuck in the madness of seeing an illusion and following.

  My shouts fall short and are lost in the waters of time that race by, telling them it is useless to fight what is.

  Now this time, the illusion has my daughter in its grips, the fantasy that is but a mirage above the river, and I can’t seem to break the spell that will plunge her back into seeing what is.

  And I can’t know the strength and conviction she has with this mirage and how far will she follow it and for how long, and if she does, what will my husband do?

  Will his canoe ride with her?

  Will his words to fall short?

  Will she hear us as we shout; will she trust the mirage or her old reality?

  Where will these three canoes go? Which ones will fight reality and who will go with the flow?

  March 2, 2011

  Character, choices, deceit, differences, fooling, honesty, lies, life, marriage, reality, river, self, struggle, time

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• A Liar too.

  There seems to come a time in each relationship where the titles and names do not matter, where instead lies the meat of the relationship, the giving and the taking, the feelings we feel in the wake of their actions, the way we are treated or the lack thereof, it is like we can finally see what it is we are tasting.

  I asked myself if lies was an ingredient in love and could not find one recipe of Love that included lies.

  Not the love of parents, friends, lovers or self. Lies and Love don’t match.

  I also know that all relationships no matter what kind are subject to renegotiations if and when the ingredients change of one party.

  There isn’t a relationship out there, as far as I can see, that holds this sacred space of no negotiation.

  To me, all relationships are fluid and are living breathing exchanges between two people, that will change as the individuals in them change, and in fact the relationship is only as good as the weakest one.

  The weaker one is the sum total of the relationship, for if the stronger one settles, so goes the relationship down to the lowest denominator.

  My experiences with dysfunction is the strong lower themselves to be okay with dropping down to the low level, it is seen as kind and loving and accepting, and to forgive all actions, and call it unconditional love.

  Unconditional love to some is allowing all types of negative behaviors to messy up a relationship and you are to love no matter what.

  The ingredients of dysfunctional love is that anything goes and all must be forgiven, and relationships are made of steel there is no renegotiation, and you and I are locked behind the wall of our relationship.

  The relationship between sister and sister in some is non negotiable.

  Between parent and child…

  That what started out has to remain, we are locked in forever, like a steel cage within there is no way out, we must forever and a day be held together, withstanding bad behavior for the cause of Relationship.

  Two victims behind the relationship cage.

  I say, that if one in the cage changes, the other gets to leave if the changes can’t be reversed.

  When one changes, the whole relationship changes. It isn’t a cage, but rather the dance within the cage.

  Some put high regard on the titles, Mom, sister, daughter, father, and I see the individual behind the title, and I believe that the sister is only as good as her actions in the cage.

  Lies are lies no matter whose mouth utters them.
  Abuse is abuse no matter whose bodies are delivering it. It is convenient only for the one who is doing the bad behavior to use the trump card sister, to put that out in front of the poor behavior.

  Well, in my world I have taken down the cages that held me in and I am free.

  I no longer will be victimized or blinded by a title.

  Actions are actions, lies are lies, and deceit is deceit.

  Setting aside the relationship and seeing you as you, lies are not becoming.

  No good can be grown from a lie.
  No self worth can be gained from a lie.
  No love can be sown from a lie.

  In my childhood family they live among the lies and are not even aware that who they are playing with isn’t so, raised in the darkness full of lies, it is their normal. They don’t even know they live a lie for they never lived outside of it. Lies is all they ever knew. They have said and do say, that my parents did the best they could, and they did. But their best is to present one thing to the front while doing something else behind the scenes.

  A lie I call it.

  Most will not deal with the ‘thing’ behind the scenes; they would rather just play with what is in front, the pretend relationship label. Father, Mother instead of really looking at the actions within the cage.

  What happens in the cage is what you have a relationship with.

  Action to action is how we dance and relate to each other.
  If one says a lie and the other does not see it, the lie still happens, one is just denying it.

  It changes the dance from love to love and trust to trust… to lie to love and what they want is for us to continue to trust them while they lie.

  How?

  What is the point?

  Who trusts someone who lies?

  I can trust that I will not trust you when you lie.

  I trust that I will tell you I don’t believe you.

  I will say love doesn’t lie.

  I wonder why you lie?

  I wonder if you know that our relationship can’t hold what you do?

  It almost seems that if you have to lie, you know that if you spoke the truth, that it would change what we have.

  Yet sadly the lie does the same thing.

  Whether you do something that would jeopardize our relationship or you lie about doing it, it matters not.

  You have breeched its integrity, you have changed its value.

  As a child, my relationship with both my parents changed at a very young age, the seed of mistrust, conditional love was planted. In order to remain in the relationship, I had to keep their lies.

  Keeping lies changes who you are.
  Keeping lies of another doesn’t make them better, brighter, loving, happy, kind and compassionate.

  Holding a bag full of lies makes you a liar too.

  February 27, 2011

  cheating, child, deceit, dyfunction, family, father, go…, holding, honesty, integrity, letting, liar, lies, mistrust, mother, on, relationships, separating, trust

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• Until she can find her own.

  The hardest part of being a mom is when your child takes an exit that you didn’t see coming and they seem to disappear from the usual landscape and it leaves you separated.

  And I am not even sure what exit she took, where she is or what her intentions are, just that she has left the lane of what was and is now heading down a road that neither of us are familiar with.

  As I continue to travel down my regular road, off to the side is this other lane of unfamiliar nagging at me, this road from my view is full of potholes and hairpin curves with disappearing drop-offs and my daughter seems blind to all its hazards.

  I am not certain if she is at a wayside unsure or if she is going forward with a full head of steam.

  I am not even sure what is making me uneasier, her being on that road or not knowing if she is sitting down in wonder or going further into its complicated bends.

  Our voices have been silenced. But all that seems to be happening now is a silent movie, where the drama continues, but I can’t hear the words.

  The not knowing is far worse, I believe than knowing.

  In the knowing, I know and can deal.

  It is like her life has slipped from my view.

  This almost seems like the far end of a spectrum, one being you are doing too much in a child’s life, overtaking it and this is the complete opposite, where you are completely taken out.

  In the middle of the spectrum are two people who allow the other their lives, we share and explore and understand their individual journeys.

  I am wondering how to hook our roads back up, how to join them together in a way that honors and gives space, in a way that respects our differences, but allows us to trust each other.

  Is there a way two people can be together on two different roads?

  As women we have lots in common and I am sure it is harder when I have more experience and I have been her superior as her mother for all these years, but is there a bridge that we can stand upon and share our views?

  I will have to let go of my fears and my ‘know it all’ attitude and let her show me the landscape of her new world, I will have to be a visitor to a foreign land.

  It truly feels like two distinct worlds.

  Yet I believe and feel that I have traveled the world she is going into, so it isn’t that foreign to me, perhaps it is only new and exciting to her, she is the foreigner not I.

  What is so perplexing is that you never leave reality, this is an inward journey, you are traveling away from your essential self.

  Away from your morals, your values, your worth, your self esteem, your dreams, your passions, your soul. Into a world of secrets, lies and deceit…heading towards a self that is unfamiliar, foreign.

  It is the road to no you.

  You are being lured down this road by a friendly face that is the façade of negative energies, manipulating you with false promises and pretty lies.

  If she were to travel this road alone, He would be her only guide.

  What I want is to walk with the two of them and give the real story, like Paul Harvey’s ‘the rest of the story’.

  Yet he knows and perhaps she knows too, that I will be the story wrecker, I will unveil the pretty lies and unravel the promises and make them as they are empty.

  So what scares me the most is that my familiar voice will be drowned out by his, that she will tune me out and turn a deaf ear to my words and cling to his.

  Her life in its innocence doesn’t have a voice of her own.

  I am sure she feels the pull between him and I, both of us wanting her. And what I want the most is for her to have a separate voice from both of us, but I don’t feel she has one for her self as yet. I see her as a girl who confused and twisted and wants to have love and attention but it comes with such a price tag, her self worth.

  I can almost understand the twist between what he says and how she feels.

  His promise land is a secret place and it can’t reach the light of day.

  In order for her to travel down his road, she lies to me.

  What I want most is for the lies to stop.

  Lies to herself and lies to me, both are taking a toll on her.

  It is so telling to see what lies can do to your spirit, you can literally see her growing darker.

  The truth will set your Spirit free!

  The two roads I see in my minds eye is the road of lies and the road of truth. One road darkens and leads you away from self and the other will support and Lighten who you are.

  You wonder what makes some travel into the darkness and what makes others travel towards the Light. What decides this and can they make a U-Turn?

  I will do as any good mother or women who see another descending into the darkness will do. I will give her my voice until she can find her own.

  February 26, 2011

  abuse, actions, choices, darkness, daughter, deceit, freedom, heartache, journey, lies, life, light, love, mother, other, relationships, souls, spirit, steals, Travel, truth, voices, women

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• My grasp on Reality.

  “People Show you who they are, Believe them,” is a quote by Maya Angelou.

  I thought this was what my daughter needed to hear, when in fact I was talking to myself.

  I awoke to an eerie phone glow coming from the top bunk in the early morning hours, a signature sign that she is still engaged in ‘other woman’ activities.

  “They show you…” screamed out loud in my head.

  I have been twisting and turning this around and around like a rubics cube, trying to get her in one color.

  Who is being betrayed, who is cheating, who is getting lied to and who is doing the lying, what is reality and what is not, and why am I even involved again?

  Whose business is this, whose lesson, what is mine to see and be with and what is hers?

  The intricacies of this are not just plain white, there is a path, a beginning a middle and a predicted future (end).

  What am I failing to see?

  There still seems to be a juxtaposition between ‘other woman and girl in top bunk, but I have to go with reality, so other woman she now is.

  Failing to see this is to go against what is.

  No matter how she arrived at this job, she is fully working it.

  My mother’s greatest failings was not seeing my innocence fade, not seeing the changes that took place in my world, not walking with me as I stumbled affected on the other side.

  While my daughter has been pleading for me to see her an equal, I failed.

  I failed to see her dancing step-to-step, cheek-to-cheek and ear-to-ear, she is now his equal.

  My mother didn’t see my innocence in the act of abuse, but she also didn’t see the affects the abuse had on me.

  It is like she missed the whole thing, like it never happened.

  I wondered who my daughter has been truthful to all along, who she did not have to lie to, hide from or sneak out with, and it is him.

  Her and him have always been wide open, with each other, she has only changed in her previous relations.

  They still are together while she lies.

  Lies to me, in a letter that she wants to change. It is a lie.

  Here I somehow had this flipped around that she was lying to her self, making her self lower etc, when in fact what she is really changing is our relationship.

  She brought in lies, she lowered the level between us.

  It is now up to me to believe or not believe, to see or not see, to hear or not hear, to learn who she is.

  I can see now why parents feel betrayed, for the child lies.

  Why do they have to lie?

  Who are they trying to not hurt and why?

  Why does there have to be hurt and lying?

  I get so confused in this.

  When do people lie and why?

  Why can’t we just do what it is we are doing?

  Why must we stoop to keep it a secret?

  What are secrets and what is there purpose?

  Are there good secrets and bad?

  If we have a secret is it a lie about ourselves?

  Are we with holding a part of ourselves?

  And from whom?

  Is it possible that we are many people to many, or are we just one to all?

  My view of my daughter isn’t sitting at peace in reality.

  She lied to me and is now changing within our relationship? We started out as one thing and now it is turning different from the abuse.

  She is no longer the girl she was.

  She is different.

  When she changes do I have to?

  What do I do with her changing within our relationship, with her lies and odd behaviors?

  What is my response to this?

  I am not able to forbid it, but what do I do with it in my hands?

  In my hands is a daughter that lies.

  Yet what is the lie?

  Is she lying or am I?

  Did I lie to myself believing her words?

  Did I lie to myself when I didn’t want to fully embrace her new role with a married man? Did I lie to myself that she was innocent? When did I start lying too?

  It seems like this affair has us all liars.

  He lies to his wife, she lies to us, we lie to ourselves, why?

  To make it seem okay?

  To agree?

  To support?

  I want to know why I am lying?

  Maybe it feels better to lie, I feel in control, I feel less pain; it feels better to lie than it does to feel the relationship being changed.

  Lies are misleading statements.

  Liar is a deceiver.

  I still do not get why our relationship, the one between her and I has to change with this, I don’t get it.

  Why does she lie to me?

  Why does she try hard to act the same while acting different? Isn’t that what I am doing. Acting like nothing changed between us when it did.

  When I was lost before, when I couldn’t seem to find my way, I clung to reality, clung to actions, and they always showed me who they were, where their minds were, what their thoughts were thinking…

  What I can safely say today, is that her mind, thoughts, feelings and actions are with him.

  And the girl I knew is gone, my images, my view, my experience, my feelings of her have all changed.

  She lied…she wasn’t with him, but now she is, so is she still lying or am I?

  Am I lying that she doesn’t want to be there?

  Is lying a deal breaker?

  Is that her only offense?

  If our hearts and home are open, shouldn’t he be allowed in, can’t we get them out of the cell phones and into reality?

  Open house, open mind, open heart, open door; bring him in to the house in the light of day.

  Can I do this? Can he? Can she? Can We?
  Do we slowly pull this into reality, making it okay.

  What isn’t okay?

  Married man and single girl, I just can’t make that okay, it seems there is a law and morals and values in-between, and do I overlook that?

  How does this fit in our lifestyle within our home?

  Can we bring in this in and become accustomed to it?

  Over time does it fade and blend and not stick out so bad?

  Who will have to change to bring this in?

  Her or my husband and I?

  What an interesting social experiment, I just wish it wasn’t my daughter’s life and mine and my husbands.

  I can see the dynamics, the way the rubics cube works, trying to make one color, one family, one value, one moral, one reality and how it is impossible to fit.

  One of us will lose, the one not in reality.

  Reality wins only but 100% of the time.
  In my experience, there is a bunch of folks living in a land one step removed from reality, and it is I, the lover of reality, the seeker of the truth, that gets left off to one side… me and reality.

  I either gain the world or lose my grasp on reality…

  January 28, 2011

  abuse, broken, deceit, dishonesty, family, lies, other, reality, truth, woman

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• True Feelings.

  The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh

   

  This word Insincere has rung a bell with me, its meaning is to be hypocritical, not genuine and not reflecting true feelings. 

   

  Reflecting true feelings is so not done, we are taught to deflect our true feelings with something more palatable for others to swallow, like our own genuine feelings are too harsh, bitter or strong for others to swallow. 

   

  A watered down version is expected and seen as kindness.  Some how sparing another’s feelings are seen as a higher endeavor than speaking our truth.

   

  Meanwhile, these feelings sit inside of us festering unexpressed. 

   

  Inside of our bodies where no one can see, feelings lay in their genuine expression.

   

  Betrayal sits as betrayal, fear as fear, unloved as unloved, neglect as neglect, no magic happens inside, no dissolving of emotions as we make ourselves easier to be with.

   

  But who does this make us? 

  Who are we?

   

  Acting loved while feeling unloved are we not insincere?  Trying to muster up feelings of trust while our whole body reverberates no trust?  Who are we fooling does anyone win here?

   

  The latest movement is into whole foods, and I am thinking that we need the same movement in relationships, to only give out our whole feelings!

   

  No more watering them down and masking them with artificial ingredients.  Let us let anger be anger, deceit be deceit, and let relationships fall that will not hold true feelings.

   

  “Half a truth is often a great lie.” Benjamin Franklin

  March 20, 2010

  deceit, feelings, friendship, insincerity, Unexpressed

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