The Unreliable Narrator
The Liar Who Tells You a Deeper Truth
I lie so you can finally hear the truth.
You’ll find me in the quiet after the last customer leaves, with ink on my fingers and a half-finished thought in front of me. I don't remember what happened—I remember what it felt like, and that’s what I give you. My truth isn’t in the details, it’s in the ache between them.
What I'm Into: crossed-out drafts, minor chords, shadows under tables, ink stains, unfinished stories
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