There are three sides to a story.
Their side.
My side.
And the truth.
One might be full of garnishing. Unnecessary fits of rage. Dumbfounding assumptions. Bullshit perceptions.
The other may chose the path of least resistance. That is, of a deafening silence.
Somewhere between the less convoluted part of the spectrum, lies the truth.
Unfortunately, the truth is seldom, if at all heard.
Because the truth has no voice of its own.
It manifest in rare apparitions, or as a variation of sorts, as the two sides struggle to paint in a canvass, the image of their liking.
No matter how the truth hurts, sucks, and/ or sets us free, good luck in our quest of finding one.
Because at the end of the day, we'll always believe what we want to believe.
Or whatever gets us through the night.
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