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Sometimes we try to play these tricks on ourselves

Even though we know the only person we are hurting is ourself

We make up reasons that do not exist

Weave little tales to ease our heart

Hide ourselves from what is really taking place

I think it is a matter of survival

Of protecting our heart

And gently easing into the reality that will cause that same heart pain

But this little game can only go on for so long

Eventually the curtain is pulled back

And there it is

In plain view

That which we did not want to admit we knew

The thing is, we knew it all along

And now we must face it

Confront the truth

Feel the pain we have been avoiding

It will pass, it always does

This day will be another 'remember when' moment stored inside your head

And life will continue on