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kyla
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Relativity is no longer just for college undergrads and losers.
Aha.
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spooky relativist fish
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fiction has the luxury of making sense
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silentbob
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the truth is a virus
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spoons
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Out of 70 million sperm i swam the fastest...me above all of them...
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belly fire
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Sometimes it's like having just met you.
I feel like an idiot all the time because I believe, honestly believe, that I have someone figured out. And the truth can weigh so heavily on me. Even one from so long ago that it may seem pointless to be angry.
You may think I'm not happy unless I'm angry about something.
Maybe that's true.
I am my mother's daughter.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
But I want to scream horrible things. And I know that makes me a horrible person. Since I'm a hypocrite too.
You lied about THAT.
That one thing I would never have accused YOU of.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You deserve more understanding than I can give you.
That's the truth.
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belly fire
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And I love you still.
I always will!
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stoic
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truth is air.
is it there or is it not?
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belly fire
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it is twisted
because no one wants to hear it
we ask those we love to speak the truth
then we condemn them for the very thing we ask for
I am no less a hypocrite
the truth is a double edged sword
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ShilohLives
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What is the truth sence you are so intent on lying to me?
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mcdougall
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it's hard to lie when truth comes so easily. we still lie though, to each other and to ourselves, with each other and by ourselves.
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Ft LoT
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what_we_seek is the fulfillment of our duty. our duty to ourself. our duty to mankind. our duty to relaity and all the truths within.
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blather spell check
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**edit**
reality
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flux
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zyxel went down, but so truth could still web.
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(z)
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(truth is a construct)
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tender_square
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"wait," annaliese said, struggling to process what i’d just revealed. "you’re telling me that your husband never tells you that you look pretty, randomly, when you’re in the house together hanging out?"
"nope."
she stared at me and shook her head, astonished.
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what's it to you?
who
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