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I'm not going to lie to you.
There are things I do not understand. I
write to capture moments like slides, some memories are hazy, others need... touch
up. I believe in the Edit; I can be an Ediot.

I sincerely wish that I not piss you off.

“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

—George Orwell

Tue 20 Jan ∞ Permalink

she hoped he was happy now.

She had lost it all. The King, that castle, her reputable name. She didn’t so much mind all that. It would always be the weight of the guilt she’d placed on the backs of others. And the change in his formerly kind semblance of soul—she had inspired a great deal of hate. She cared a great deal about that.