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Lies we tell ourselves to feel better.
<p><span ;="">We tell ourselves, </span><br/>
<span ;="">"I’m fine"</span><br/>
<span ;="">when our chest feels like a crowded room </span><br/>
<span ;="">and we’re the only one standing nervously.</span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">"They didn’t mean it like that"</span><br/>
<span ;="">so the words don’t cut as deep </span><br/>
<span ;="">and we can sleep without counting the bruises. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">"I’ll start tomorrow"</span><br/>
<span ;="">because today feels too heavy to carry, </span><br/>
<span ;="">and tomorrow always has softer hands. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">"They’re busy, not ignoring me"</span><br/>
<span ;="">so the silence feels like love on pause, </span><br/>
<span ;="">not love that forgot the way back. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">"One more try won’t hurt"</span><br/>
<span ;="">even when our heart is exhausted from hoping.</span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">"It wasn’t that bad"</span><br/>
<span ;="">so we don’t have to look like we're overreacting.</span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">These are not cruel lies. </span><br/>
<span ;="">They are blankets we pull over our heads </span><br/>
<span ;="">on nights when the truth is too bright, </span><br/>
<span ;="">bandages we press on the places </span><br/>
<span ;="">that would bleed if we looked too long. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">And maybe that’s okay. </span><br/>
<span ;="">For a little while. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">Because the sweetest truth is this: </span><br/>
<span ;="">We tell them to survive until we’re finally ready</span><br/>
<span ;="">to face the truth</span><br/>
<span ;="">and still choose ourselves. </span>
<br/><br/><span ;="">So today, tell the little lie if you need to. </span><br/>
<span ;="">"I’m okay."</span><br/>
<span ;="">"I’m doing great. "</span><br/>"I'm enough."</p>
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