My shoulders back, head high and chin up.
The final say.
The weight of secrets not my own.
False tales told with me as a supporting character.
Inside knowledge only a few believe.
The spectre of lies about which I am not yet aware.
M&Ms in a paper ice cream cup.
A handful of Swedish fish.
Organic lemonade in a plastic bottle.
A yellow binder filled with other people's memories.
Faith and doubt, in separate boxes.
Stones of betrayal.
A black and blue heart.
Buckets full of white hot tears.
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