After a lie, every truth feels like a gamble
Like trying to drink from a broken glass
You know very well that it’ll cut you
But you’re still thirsty for honesty
Forgetting even the kindest of hearts
Cannot reach out to someone
Who’s disappeared inside themselves
I used to believe that writing would save me
Now I wonder if it confirms that I’m already lost
KJ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
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