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People didn’t care about truth; they only cared about how the lie appeared.
I was a flesh case full of secrets and other sad things.
our marriage did get worse—if he ever did decide to graduate from fist to knife and cut me open—all his secrets would come tumbling out.
The older I became, the more convinced I was that no one escaped this earth
unscathed by human suffering.
My tears were always a problem. My emotions were an even bigger problem.
“Those who don’t obey, to the Devil will pay.”
That was the crux of my oppressive experience with men in the flesh—the ones you wished would touch you never did, and the ones you never wanted to touch you did so without asking.
