“If you’re not feeling any better by Friday,” she said, “the issue may be deeper than what it seems to be now: so typical, an asshole-caused semi depression.”
“Oh dear,” replied Jolene, “the issue is already deep as is. Nothing hurts more than a half truth. A half lie hurts, but the truth is still lingering behind it. The reasons for it not being summoned upon may vary, but the possibility of it still being there, behind the darkness of the lie, exists.”
“Au contraire,” Jolene continued, “a half truth is only told to temporarily ease the aching soul. Eventually, it reaches the marrow. It putrefies the veins. And with it, a reminder of it depicts itself with a scar so obvious after – and if – it heals it is almost impossible not to notice. A half truth will always be worse than not knowing at all.”
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