and it's always raining in Minnesota. So maybe these overcast skies leave a foreboding trace of the ominous truth which I wish so vehemently to deny. I can see through you- and I know that when you tell me one thing, duplicity in your speech exists. It seems that only half of the truth is only shared. The other half is hidden elsewhere, tucked firmly next to your internal sensor that wishes only to satisfy both parties.
Honesty.
The trait I find to be the most important above all others. I've lived my life as a lie, so obtaining the one thing which I have ran from my whole life carries a certain significance. And you know this; so why would you continue on with this facade?
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