I learned something,
Or admitted something,
About myself, the other day.
I will never make a good writer.
I can never truly describe a moment,
Because I cannot be honest.
I fear that one day,
Whatever I thought,
Will come back to hurt someone,
And haunt me.
If you can never tell the truth,
And cannot sensationalise a lie,
Then the story just isn't interesting.
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