on broken parental love and finding peace
screams and snowflakes
When I think of truth, I see a palette holding every imaginable color. With it, I could paint an image you’d adore or one you’d despise. Truth, like this palette, can be manipulated, twisted, and repurposed. Good liars weave kernels of truth into their stories. Skilled manipulators exploit the basic instincts of human nature.
I’ve found truth on the danc…
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