When I was five I lied about something.
Can’t even remember what, but for awhile I held both the truth and the lie in my head.
I kept telling the lie and overtime I forgot what the truth was.
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Sometimes, if something tells me a lie, I invert it and it reminds me of the truth. "You're not gonna make it!" Oh, well now I know I'm gonna make it.
"You're a failure." Ah, thanks for reminding me I'm a success.
"You're a failure." Ah, thanks for reminding me I'm a success.
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