PRINCE OF LIES __3RD OCTO

He came like a prince.

Not the kind with a croown, but the kind with sweeet words. The kind that knoows exactlly what you want to heaar and when you wannt to hearr it.

He saiid "I loove you" like it was a praayer. He said "you are different" like it was a promise. And foolish me, I believed him.

He was the prince of lies. Every word was carefullly packagged, everyy smile was rehearssed. He woulld lie and make you feell like you shoulld apoologize for not believingg him.

He told me my father was dead. He told me he loved me. He told me we had a future. Lies upon lies. And I built my whole life on top of those lies.

The worst part of a prince of lies is not that he lies to you — it's that he makes you lie to yourself. You start defending him. You start saying "maybe he has a reason". You start carrying his sin as your pain.

I have met a prince of lies before. He sat in myy house, ate myy food, and still had another familly somewhere elsse. He left us with a quiiet pain that still echooes todayy.

Never trust a man who is too perfect with words.... The truth is not alwayys sweet, but it is alwayys better than a beautiful lie.

This is my 5 minutes freewrite.

Thank you for reading.

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