"I reread , I refeel the moments. I noticed things I never noticed before. like how you write the end of your "g"is different from how you write the tail of your "y." I never asked why, but I realized, your penmanship is way sincere than your words. its style has projected the essence of your soul. but the content has nothing to do with your inner core. coz , yes, you write it all, but it bores me coz out of all the thousand words , written by your inked sword, none of those were pure. you hide it all. you're such a pro in making sure no one would get hurt by your words. and that hurts me more. and it irritates me. pls try to learn how to disappoint," she said to me.

"if none of those were pure ..." I replied with my ego unchecked, but she never let me finish ...

"all of your words were mere art," she finished my sentence.

"yet you call it as my lies and alibis?" I asked without asking for answers.

"yes. your art of lying," she concluded.

"it's pure art," I corrected her.

"see? you don't want to show how hurt you are!" annoyed she is.

I clicked on Settings > Options > Change language > but dont change topic :

"gwenchana," I replied.

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