Denise R. Weuve

Ink Damage and Other Permanent Stains

What the Truth is Worth

Nothing, maybe everything.

For sure the truth is painful, heart wrenching, maybe liberating but at what cost?
I wish I had an answer. I wish I knew the value. I wish I did not have to think about this.

This is what I know, truth is painful. What I gained from the truth is


watching pain scroll across the face of a the one person I never wanted to feel even I micro-fraction of my pain. Am I to feel better because what I harbor is no longer alone in a dark dock? I don’t. Sharing the truth is a monster that attacks those you love and you are the one who released it.

So I feel like shit and all I can say is I am sorry in every way. I wish I can take it back and keep the sadness that was in your eyes in my heart. I was living with it already, I learned how.

I’m sorry.

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