| Untitled Why now, of all times, do you choose to lie to me? There have been so many things that you could have lied about and I would have understood. You have always chosen to tell me the truth, no matter how painful it was for you. So why now do you chose to lie to me- and of such a small thing indeed! Your laughter does not hide it from me, nor you smile. I can se it in your eyes, as clear as day. ~Vicki Somers 1999 |
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