lies

  • The Wind Knows Your Name

    Oh, my love, I know. The world is a dark theater, and the players lie so beautifully, so effortlessly, that you begin to wonder if truth is just a ghost story we tell to comfort ourselves. The cynics whisper in your ear like tired prophets, saying: Nothing changes. The liars win. The strong devour the…

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  • The Wind Knows Your Name

    Oh, my love, I know. The world is a dark theater, and the players lie so beautifully, so effortlessly, that you begin to wonder if truth is just a ghost story we tell to comfort ourselves. The cynics whisper in your ear like tired prophets, saying: Nothing changes. The liars win. The strong devour the…

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  • Twisted with Turmoil

    If it were not my family, I would have healed faster. The complications that come from incest are far reaching and so difficult to come through. If a stranger had done to me what my family did to me, there would be no question but to get on the down road as far and as…

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  • Turn Powerlessness into Power

    Here, in the cold light, I am flesh and bone, bruised from the inside out, but still standing. I find myself tracing back, not the soft lullabies or the steady hands of protection, but the roughness of touch that was never meant to be mine.  They told me to keep quiet, that I should pretend…

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  • Repentance ~ wHO, Me?

    By definition repentance means sincere regret or remorse. Through healing I found myself looking more at my own actions more than looking at the actions of my abusers. It is the only way to heal. If it is the fault of everyone else, how do I have control over anything. Yes, my family did miserable…

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  • The Love Bubble

    Why do abusers syndicate the love channel for us?  These individuals promote a common theme with their victims – “We love you. We’re giving you a secret love that you need. Warmth is with us.” Their lies make many of us return to them time and time again. Do you realize how many victims believe…

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  • A Fake Wise Man

    Both my parents found some odd form of religion. My father showed to be some kind of man of God. When God meets you, the first thing He asks for is repentance. My father nor my mother carry any of that with them. My dad had an old bible that he kept for years. It…

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