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the beauty of it all it’s like being trapped in a room with no windows. the air that should suffocate anyone… you find so easy to breathe. like it was made just for you to inhale. the foundation of these walls is genuine and love is the bedrock. then dishonesty creates a crevice now "there's something in the air"... what once filled your lungs has become toxic. you're left with a decision to make, try to escape this marriage or keep on breathing until you die for loves sake.
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
ii. layers of love
the beauty of it all it’s like being trapped in a room with no windows. the air that should suffocate anyone… you find so easy to breathe. like it was made just for you to inhale. the foundation of these walls is genuine and love is the bedrock. then dishonesty creates a crevice now "there's something in the air"... what once filled your lungs has become toxic. you're left with a decision to make, try to escape this marriage or keep on breathing until you die for loves sake.
the impact of "white lie" is as big as a small crack in a wall
mcdonald-tsiie
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
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