A Beautiful Lie

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I lowered my hand into the water and let all the sadness and pain travel through my veins and out my fingertips. The coldness chilled my bones, but it was a refreshing feeling. I didn’t have to cry. Not anymore. The sharpness of my emotions were dulled to confusion when I blurred my reflection.

Perhaps it hadn’t been a mistake. Maybe all things do work out the way they are supposed to for the better. I needed to think that. I needed something to believe even if it was just a beautiful lie.

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