liabity.

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I am not going to lie this time,
or deny the truth that's been staring right at me for so long,
I am not going to overlook what seems to be undisputed.
the truth, they say, hits you when you least expect it,
it doesn't blindside you, though, because you have no one else to blame but your self.
you weren't prepared,
whether you like it or not, the time has come.
you can't run away,
you can't hide of what's been haunting you,
taking away your peace,
robbing you of your safe and sound sleep,
you think time can heal you,
but I am afraid, time is not on your side on this one,
all you have is the truth that you are trying to ignore,
Along with the unforgiving memories and thoughts,
not allowing you to have closure,
not redeeming you of your own doubts and mistakes,
no matter how sorry you are,
no matter how many times you utter words of apology,
there are things you can't erase,
there are things you can't undo.
This is the truth that bites you in the face now,
when you look at your reflection,
this is who you are now,
you can't run away from who you are,
you try to blame it on other people,
on the people who didn't love you enough,
because to you this means that you are not enough,
and this fear too,
this one thing that fills you with so much anger towards the world,
this rush of poisonous anger that runs in your veins towards the people you love,
and mostly towards yourself,
for being weak and vulnerable,
or for mostly being human.
because opening your heart was never enough for anyone,
it was not for them.

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