Dysfunctional

The idea of portraying something unreal for the sake of validation from the public eye does not take my fancy. I have no tolerance for ambiguity. I do not have the capacity to endure your sporadic whims of faking a smile, a hug, a kiss. They do not appeal to me. So please, spare me from whatever delusion you have – that somehow we are a happy family.

WE ARE NOT.

We are flawed; we are dysfunctional, and no amount of pretense or falsehood can ever bury that.

© SGJ 

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Author: Sassy

Country girl with a gypsy soul, living life the unconventional way.

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