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i am a terrible liar when i was six, and my father asked me if i had brushed my teeth, i hadn't, but to avoid a scolding, i told him yes the popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth and my blushing cheeks gave me away, he marched me to the bathroom when i was ten, my mother asked me if i'd snuck a cookie before dinner, i hid my chocolate-covered fingers behind my back and told her no i forgot about the evidence right below my lip, she laughed and shook her head, i was given extra broccoli when i was fourteen and my crush rejected me, he asked me if our friendship would be awkward, i didn't want him to feel guilty, so i told him no we stopped talking altogether and for a little while it kind of hurt, but he wasn't very cute anyway when i was eighteen and the boy i loved broke my heart then proceeded to ask me if i was okay, i choked back my tears, and i told him yes he knew it wasn't true, but he was all out of "i'm sorry's" and two-hundred miles was too far for him when you first told me that you loved me you asked if i could ever think of you as more than a friend, i was flooded with fear and memories of hurt, and my first impulse was to tell you no but then i remembered i am a terrible liar m.f.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
i am a terrible liar
i am a terrible liar when i was six, and my father asked me if i had brushed my teeth, i hadn't, but to avoid a scolding, i told him yes the popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth and my blushing cheeks gave me away, he marched me to the bathroom when i was ten, my mother asked me if i'd snuck a cookie before dinner, i hid my chocolate-covered fingers behind my back and told her no i forgot about the evidence right below my lip, she laughed and shook her head, i was given extra broccoli when i was fourteen and my crush rejected me, he asked me if our friendship would be awkward, i didn't want him to feel guilty, so i told him no we stopped talking altogether and for a little while it kind of hurt, but he wasn't very cute anyway when i was eighteen and the boy i loved broke my heart then proceeded to ask me if i was okay, i choked back my tears, and i told him yes he knew it wasn't true, but he was all out of "i'm sorry's" and two-hundred miles was too far for him when you first told me that you loved me you asked if i could ever think of you as more than a friend, i was flooded with fear and memories of hurt, and my first impulse was to tell you no but then i remembered i am a terrible liar m.f.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
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