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My step-dad’s rendition of events was uncontested even by me and therefore, it became our truth. Truth I’d never be able to prove or change; truth that protected him from suspicion and penalty. Truth that I now knew was a lie
J.M. Northup
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Perhaps I really was disillusioned; unable to see myself for who, and what, I really was. Maybe I really was an ungrateful wretch who just refused to take responsibility for my own actions. Maybe I was lying to myself because I didn’t want to admit to being a bad person. Maybe…
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Just because we live in a world of chaos and madness doesn’t mean we have to subscribe to that sort of behavior
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What did that say about me? Had I become one of the monsters I thought I was fighting?“Things didn’t have to be like this,
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