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truth lived right next door to perception, but they weren’t exactly friendly neighbors.
She liked being in charge of her tears, her emotions, her reactions. She liked being in charge of something in a world that had veered so very far off course.
She pretended not to see some things, not to know a lot of things, and not to feel anything at all.
Everything was something lovely once, something to behold. It was only after the world got to it that it became too worn to appreciate anymore.
