What I cannot do is lie to myself. Oh, and how many times have I wished that I could. How many times have I wished that a heavy cloak of denial would envelope me protecting me from the pain in my heart. Unfortunately -or perhaps fortunately- denial rarely finds a parking place in my mind.
How often I have wished that I do not see or hear or feel something that pierces my being. How many times have I tried so hard not to know that which I did not want to feel. For the world of pretend is lighter and prettier and much less scary.
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