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They don’t know you.
Yet they speak.
They speak as if they know the truth.
There is no truth.
Only half truths.
They’re quick to judge.
They’re quick to choose sides.
But they’re slower than a snail.
They are frail, bound as sheep.
They believe they are wolves, they lie to themselves.
For they cannot see their own truth, believing their own lies.
When someone authentic stands before them,
they have nothing to look back on to accept what is.
Their lack of attention, of patience, of humility,
will surely be their downfall in the end.
About the Creator
Dalila Fuentes
Writer, artist, and creative overall.I write from fictional to romance to horror.
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