It’s not true. That lie I was told doesn’t have any substance now. I know it’s not true.
Sometimes in my pain I believe the lies I’m told and that inflicts more suffering.
What he made me believe was a devious lie made specifically for me. As I was hurting, he made me believe the web of lies that he weaved.
In my grieving, I just kept thinking and he made thoughts and lies live in my mind that I wasn’t even seeing.
I didn’t waste my time. He made the ache of regret so much more than a feeling, but I understand now that it was for nothing.
In my healing I revisited that time in my life with less and less of a stinging feeling but I never stopped believing that my time was wasted, that it was fleeting.
All the confusion, all of the pain, all of the mistakes I made, all of the emptiness that it took to gain I see now wasn’t wasted.
God took all of it, even my mistakes and turned it around to make the devil a liar and to give me strength for another day.
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