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  • Publiceret: 2 nov. 2013
  • Opdateret: 18 nov. 2013
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The idea is to write it, so that people hear it and it slides trough the brain and goes straight to the heart.

- Maya Angelou


12. Liar, or what?

You know what?

He´s a liar.

He told me that he could keep it in.

But he´s a liar.

I gave him my past, i told him everything about me.

He promised that he wouldn't tell.

But he´s a liar.

He did. he told them everything, and now I'm here, naked and afraid.

My story isn't safe. i don't know what to do. 

Honestly, i just want to hate him, but I'm not a hater.

I trusted him, and thats why i just can't hate him.

I know he did what he had to do, but what about me. 

He is not a liar.

He did not know what was going on, when he made that promise. 

He didn't know that I was caught in a thunderstorm.

He helped me, I am happy now.

I never had the opportunity to thank him. But thank you.

He came to me, when i didn't feel good. Asked me if i was okay, told me that i could tell him everything. And i did. Now i feel stupid. I know he don't like me anymore,  I can feel it.

I can fell how he tries to keep a distance from me. I hate that. He is my teacher.

I don't know what i did wrong, but please don't hate me, i don't hate you.

I would wish that i could go back again, don't tell you anything, then you wouldn't hate me. I would still be that little student that always made homework, and never did anything wrong, then you wouldn't ignore me, hate me and think that i am stupid.

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