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The thickness of my skin is getting tested again. Another pair of eyes, plotting lies, masquerading smiles & playing pretend. When will the childish games end? I’m having to keep my head held high— —for the millionth time. Since unlike them, I cannot function off of protecting my pride, as I value my integrity. I don’t believe in smear campaigns; it’s all vainglorious. A slim chance of being victorious. A long song and dance, waiting to shift blame— —the minute an ankle is sprained. I guess that’s why I could never get into politics. I’ve never been one for tricks. I’d rather devote my time to common sense and absolute truth. Because if what you’re saying is true, you wouldn’t have the imperative to spend time crafting a narrative, and let sincerity bear the responsibility. Instead of letting your ego tear into your credibility.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC
Tired of social politics.
The thickness of my skin is getting tested again. Another pair of eyes, plotting lies, masquerading smiles & playing pretend. When will the childish games end? I’m having to keep my head held high— —for the millionth time. Since unlike them, I cannot function off of protecting my pride, as I value my integrity. I don’t believe in smear campaigns; it’s all vainglorious. A slim chance of being victorious. A long song and dance, waiting to shift blame— —the minute an ankle is sprained. I guess that’s why I could never get into politics. I’ve never been one for tricks. I’d rather devote my time to common sense and absolute truth. Because if what you’re saying is true, you wouldn’t have the imperative to spend time crafting a narrative, and let sincerity bear the responsibility. Instead of letting your ego tear into your credibility.
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23/F/stuck in my head.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC
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